by Gina Horan When it comes to alcoholic beverages, I like to keep it simple. I can’t say the words “bar-chef” without giggling nervously. I won’t pay $18 for 2 ounces of infused “anything.” And if it takes longer to make my drink than my entree, I’m out the door faster than you can say…
by Alexa Trotta Elizabeth Podsiadlo is busy coloring. She’s helping her eight-year-old daughter with a school project, but that doesn’t mean she’s unavailable for a quick chat. Podsiadlo is good at multi-tasking and as of now this opera singing chef’s plate is quite full. Her annual music program, “Slow Growth” just wrapped up which featured…
I had packed up all my possessions in San Francisco, abandoned my apartment, quit my job, ditched my cat with my parents and boarded a plane for Europe. The nervous breakdown occurred about ten minutes into the flight. After a glass of water, a Valium and my boyfriend’s reassurance that we were not in fact…
Luckily ladies, Vancouver is a foot-friendly city, offering a plethora of footpaths and plenty of lush green park areas to work off your expanding middle-belly. Or, if you’re so inclined: rent a bike and peddle around the Stanley Park Seawall and watch the floater planes glide in through the harbor. It was on one of…
by Alexa Trotta Feeling lonely at nine o’clock on a Sunday night? Perusing television channels in desperation, only to find “Cops” and reruns of “America’s Funniest Home Videos”? Get off that couch—and plan a trip to New York City, where you can toss your dusty sneakers out the window and strap on a pair of…
by Alexa Trotta I found Nemo while snorkeling a few feet off the coast of a wild, deserted island in Fiji. His yellow-and-blue-striped body darted beneath my flippers, then disappeared into the winding blue, green, pink, and purple coral mountains of the serene undersea-scape surrounding us. I was miles from home—and a world away from…
by Alexa Trotta The thought of wading through murky waters surrounded by dark, slimy cave walls didn’t impress me at first. In fact most things that involve the word “slimy” don’t particularly excite me. So when Matt told me we were going cave spelunking in an underground dwelling of glowworms and who knows what else,…