The other day, I received an email from my buddy, Rob, informing me that this was Passion for Pork Week in Vancouver. What, exactly, that meant I had no idea, but I knew that if pork was the central theme, then the gang at Campagnolo Restaurant were the people to see. I texted owner, Tom Doughty, to let him know we were coming. He gave Chef Ted Anderson the heads up and – well, we ended up sitting down a spectacular meal. Actually, I hesitate to call it a meal since “feast” would have been much more appropriate. Rob and his wife, Hillary, ended up bringing home leftovers equal to the amount of food the four of us ate for dinner…
To be honest, I didn’t think we’d ordered THAT much, but there were certain items we just had to have. Add in a few specials, a couple of surprises from the kitchen and…
In addition, we had some marinated olives, a Stoney Paradise tomato salad (so sweet, they almost taste like candy), and a little something from the kitchen: some wonderful Buffalo Mozzarella.
Next up, the salumi platter. We decided to go large so that we could try a wider variety of cured meats…
Alas memory fails me on the details of the various offerings but, suffice it to say, it was one of the high points of the night. Next time, I could just come back and eat that.
From there, we moved on to pizzas: a simple but excellent Margherita, and –
We then moved on to an enormous portion of the tasty house lasagna which was followed by our main:
Yes, we were stuffed. But when have you known me to miss dessert? Keeping with the running theme, we ordered all three dessert selections:
Wow. What a feast. Camp never disappoints.
If you’re in Vancouver, check them out:
1020 Main Street Vancouver, BC V6A 2W1 2W1
A big thank you to Tom Doughty, Chef Ted Anderson, Chef Rob Belcham, and the rest of the gang at Campagnolo/Campagnolo Roma/Fat Dragon.
Our trip down Stargate Atlantis memory lane continues with…
I can’t recall a time I was more frustrating writing (and rewriting and re-rewriting) a script than this one. On the surface, it seems like a straightforward enough story: our characters get into trouble but it turns out they’re not our characters, however they enlist the help of our characters who end up getting killed at episode’s end. Except, it turns out, they’re not our characters. It was one of those episodes that required a lot of explaining – which is something I’m averse to doing because I feel it slows things down. I prefer to assume the audience is smart enough to piece it together. According to Paul, however, I tend to assume way too much and, as a result, I kept receiving notes to “explain this” and “clarify that”. The challenge, of course, was not in explaining and clarifying but in doing so in a way that was concise and entertaining. How successful I was in the end is questionable since I tend to be my own worst critic and the frustration I experienced working on this script lingers. Still, the episode has its highlights, among them some very nice character moments.
It was great having Torri return as Weir(ish) – although this, sadly, would mark her final appearance on the show. Even though the assumption is that Elizabeth was killed by Oberoth (this was done to extinguish any hope for a successful rescue op since it would have been something that would have weighed on Sheppard moving forward), I never imagined she was actually dead. In my mind, Oberoth respected Elizabeth too much – and found her far too useful – to simply kill her. The plan was to have the team uncover the real Elizabeth, in stasis somewhere, in a future episode – something we never got the chance to do.
One of my favorite moments comes at the end of the episode – or, more accurately, after the episode has ended. McKay finally succeeds in tracking every Aurora class replicator vessel in the galaxy. As he and Sheppard look on, we see the ships flash up on the star map. BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP. Six in all. “That’s not so bad,”says McKay. “I guess the wraith have really taken a toll.” Suddenly, another eight BEEPS and the corresponding ships appear onscreen. Then, another fifteen leaves McKay and Sheppard staring, aghast. I was very specific that I wanted to fade out on an ominous sting, wait a beat, and then hear another eleven BEEPS punctuated by Rodney’s “Oh, crap.”
While Teal’c ending up at a reading of the Vagina Monologues was my favorite SG-1 ending, this was my favorite Atlantis ending.