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There are not many people in this world whom I trust enough to eat whatever they make for me, no questions asked.
George is one of these people. So is Rosie (but only because I can’t imagine her cooking anything that weird).
The kitchen staff at Wildebeest are the others.
They could (and did) feed me beet sorbet and I’m all over it. Bone marrow? Sure, why not. Bovine thymus glands? I’d like to make note of my slight trepidation for honesty’s sake, but yeah, let’s do it.
I don’t usually write restaurant reviews, because… Well, I don’t really have a good reason for that (seriously, a semi-legit reason to have extravagant food cooked for me? I should be all over this).
Anyway, last week I was out at Wildebeest for Dine Out Vancouver (the hell-season of the restaurant industry, during which our meals and the service still managed to be impeccable) and I enjoyed my meal so tremendously that I a) didn’t even take photos of it and b) immediately went home to draft this post.
In the interest of keeping this short, I won’t say much more, except that if you are in Vancouver, please go try it.
(And if you happen to see me there, you can buy me a drink as a thank you for recommending it.)
120 W Hastings St
Vancouver, BC V6B 1G8