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  Food, Foodies, Food culture, Food porn. Just food. That is what we are about. So who are we? Really, we are not anyone, not on paper anyway.

  We are a couple of people who met over hair bands and a good cob salad about 5 years ago and figured doing life together might be fun.

  So why “Vagrant Foodies”?  Well D comes to the table as the professional, cooking and appreciating food for most of his life. D is a chef and loves to be challenged in the kitchen with his artist ideas and ingredients. I come to the table with a lifelong love of good food, a small bit of natural talent in the kitchen, and a freakishly good palette. I have a passion for nutrition and mentoring people towards amazing food that works with the body.  The point is that we both love food and love to have an adventure. We thought that it may be fun to journal that adventure. There is likely nothing that we would not be dumb or brave enough to try, review and tell the world about.

  Thus far we have stared down everything from a fabulous Nose to Table restaurant in Vancouver BC to horrible little shacks that we were pretty sure may kill us by the time morning came. We plan our vagrant wanderings around sunshine and where we might want to eat next.  We have gone between hitting 4 restaurants in one night, to spending 4 hours in ONE ordering everything on the menu that looks remotely good. Disclaimer.. neither of us is 300lbs.

  This may seem excessive and to most it would be, but this is our adventure and you only get one. Also on the blog you will also find reviews of wine and beer. After all, we ARE people who drink.
Hope you stick around to see where our travels and palettes take us next. Sometimes together and sometimes rogue Take a seat at our table,  we are glad you are here.

Until then Cheers and Bon appetite!
Whiskey and D.






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