Too old for this shit.

I started and quit a new job yesterday. And honestly, I really tried to like it. The place was cool, pretty bumpin’, and blasted sick music. But honestly, for $9.75 + tips and saying goodbye to my weekends?  I don’t think so. It just seemed like another gonghouse type of job a la Glowbal group (which I thoroughly enjoyed…when I was 20/21).

But no. I peaced out during my shift and told my supervisor it just wasn’t for me.  Dining and lounging?  Yes.  Working?  No.  It’s a new place and I think it really will succeed in the future but it’s just a tad bit disorganized.  All the large parties were no-shows and then it turns out they completely overbooked for a party of 40 (it was really  sad — they had gifts and everything; it was a Christmas party).  Just completely unprofessional!  And no offense, I don’t really want to be working for nor do I want to represent a supperclub that’s going to receive scathing reviews (actually, they already have since they’ve pulled numbers like this in the past to large parties and they’ve only been open for two months – yikes). Um… no thanks! Way too old for this shit.

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Peace out, Yaletown!

I have worked in Yaletown for the past two years. Hostessing at the ginormous Yaletown Keg Steakhouse & Bar and then moved onto the infamous Glowbal Grill Steaks & Satay just down the street — it has been fun. But as of an hour ago, I am retiring from the Yaletown district. HURRAH! I recently was just offered a position at the Fairmont and I have decided to take it. Got to say that I will not miss the craziness and pretentious people (and Yaletown wannabes — yes, I’m talking about Surrey Saturdays) that inhabit Yaletown. But I am hoping the regulars will miss their favourite donut girl. Peace out, Yaletown. It was a hell of a ride.

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I like food.

I’ve been eating out way too much lately and working out?  Ha. Food, 1. Me, 0. New eats this week (sorry, no pictures since I never bring my camera with me anywhere):

Commune Cafe. Been wanting to try this place out for a while. I really do enjoy the idea of having communal tables because, well, Vancouver is straight up bitchy. Having communal tables forces Vancouverites to sit together, get to know their neighbour, and hey, if you’re lucky, get to try your neighbours’ food. I was totally diggin’ the Braised Turkey Bacon Stuffing sandwich. Complete with a small salad, this is quite the filler. So damn good. The Spinach Dip? Not so much. It was liquidy and had way too much sour cream in it. I would like it not to be all blended together. Yuck. Complete miss. Overall, a good experience.

The Keg’s new dessert menu. So The Keg finally got rid of their disgusting Sweet Temptations (metallic-tasting mini desserts in a shot glass) and replaced it with, well, small desserts… on plates. I got the Passionfruit Creme Brulee (in a dreaded shot glass), Strawberry Shortcake, and their S’mores. Also got their new Warm Chocolate Cake. The cake was a go, except the top chocolate layer of the guy was rather rubber-y and the mini desserts? Fail yet again. Shortcake was probably the most decent out of the three. S’mores… I could probably make better at home. Or better yet, go to Earl’s when they have it again. And the passionfruit creme brulee? Yuck. Just stick with the original.

Glowbal. I know. I work at glowbal and yesterday’s visit was my fourth visit in four weeks (I KNOW). Pretty much need to try the ENTIRE menu. Wagyu Carpaccio? Ultimate bliss. 8 oz. AAA beef tenderloin with turnip puree and some unknown sauce that was completely orgasmic? Ah-mazing. King mushrooms? Consistent. Seasonal Berries Sabayon? Best ending to a great evening. Love glowbal. Every single time.

Creme de la Crumb. Finally got to use my coupon again!!! I’ve tried the Vanilla Bean and Pear scone last time and, hm… I don’t really see what the hype is all about. Maybe it’s because I don’t like scones. Or maybe it’s because I’m obsessed with the scones at the Fairmont Hotels. I don’t know. I mean, they’re good, but not “OMG ORGASMIC” good. Anyways, decided to pass up on the scones this time. Went with their Salami, Mortadella, and Prosciutto sandwich. Omg. So good. The peppery arugula and the pairing with the provolone and foccacia bread was to die for. So getting it again. Finished off with a Cranberry and Dark Chocolate Rice Crispy. In heaven.

What’s next? McD’s Apple Crisp. Will try tomorrow.


My F*** Valentine’s Day excursion.

Six AcresYesterday was Valentine’s Day. I got a text from gym guy saying “Happy Valentine’s Day”. How thoughtful! I got that text from atleast 5 other people…thanks! Talk about incredibly annoying, eh? To celebrate my profound singleness, I gathered up my girlfriends and headed downtown in search for single men in the same boat as us.
Rogue Wet BarAfter downing half a 2 6 of vodka, we headed to Six Acres for some nibbles and draaankz. I won a $40 giftcard from my winnings at the 2nd Annual Cupcake Throwdown so we used that up and ordered the Sweet & Spicy Wings, Sausage Plate, and the Charcuterie Plate. All was fabulous choices. Out of the three dishes, I would say that charcuterie platter was my favourite. Cured meats, caramelized onions, sundried feta spread, pickles, and the like — so delish. Food is really great for sharing there as well. Wish I snapped a pic but oh well! After downing some fruity whisky, it was time for the next joint.
Fairmont Pacific RimWe were on our way to the Fairmont Pacific Rim for the Plenty of Fish Singles Party but hey, Rogue Wet Bar was on the way so we thought “Hey, why not?”. Straight to the bar. We asked for someting sweet, hard, and on the fruity side. What did the bartender give us? Red dragons. Is it because we’re Asian? Oh well. Did the trick. So… POF party? Um, yes, because it was just so hilarious. The lobby lounge was PACKED…with desperate, old people. I actually felt really bad. There were so many people that had that glimmer of hope in their eyes that they would find someone. I vow to never ever become like that when I’m 40.  We stole some apples and decided to bounce. Next!

Society Dining Lounge Society Dining Lounge
I knew there was a F*** Valentine’s Day party at Society in Yaletown so we decided to head there. Greeted by the lovely GM Dennis, we headed upstairs for the party. To our surprise (and dismay), everyone upstairs were young…and COUPLED. Absolutely shocked. So what did we do? Headed straight to the bar. Ordered a round of their famous Tom Collins Cotton Candy cocktail and received a generous glass of bubbly and Mac ‘n Cheese Balls, courtesy of Dennis (thanks!). They also had this amazing drink special… pureed strawberries topped with champagne. So good. As always.
Society Glowbal
After that, we headed to Glowbal for a bottle of bubbly (hey, it’s a celebration), some satays, and fondue. I think this is when the drunkeness started to kick in because I really don’t know what happened after that. All I remember is a couple VIPs and me trying to get my mack on because well… my favourite VIP came in! Fate? I think so. Apparently we were all supposed to head to 100 Days afterwards in this guy’s Rolls Royce but that never happened. Crazy drunkeness. I don’t even remember how/when I got home. Good times? Quite possibly one of the best Valentine’s Days I’ve ever had. Thanks girlies!
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Staff parties are always dangerous.

Whenever staff parties occur, some stupid shit always happens. Last year, Keg: my iPhone broke.  This year, Glowbal: my iPhone broke. I swear this is like some kind of sick sign: DO NOT BRING PHONES TO STAFF PARTIES EVER. So yeah. I’m without a phone, music, Lady Gaga TapTap, Foursquare, tweeting, texting, LIFE…atleast for the next month. I need to pay my bill, buy textbooks, contacts, and then a new phone. FML. RIP second iPhone 3GS.

Glowbal Staff Party Glowbal Staff Party
Glowbal Staff Party Glowbal Staff Party
Atleast the staff party was enjoyable, from what I remember. Held at Coast and O Lounge, the place was jam packed with staff from all of the Glowbal restaurants. Casino royale upstairs, Rock Band competition in O Lounge, delicious food prepared by all the talented chefs, and of course, non-stop drinks all night! Ended up at Republic yet again running into Carmen and then my cousin who drove me home and got his license suspended for 3 months. Such a memorable night.