Traveling and Eating Through the Fraser Canyon

I am back into my driving the Fraser Canyon routine and wow, the food choices in the Canyon have never been so good.

First up, breakfast from Chef Todd at Fat Jack’s Diner just north of Boston Bar. A Swiss cheese, kale, and sausage omelette. Delicious. The hashbrown potatoes  are too under-cooked for my liking, but the overall breakfast experience is very positive.

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And of course a drive through the Fraser Canyon does not happen without a stop at 293 Wallace Street.

Although chef Hiro Takeda is now working in Copenhagen Denmark with the people from the world renowned Noma Restaurant, he has left his restaurant in the hands of Brent (who’s last name I regretfully have forgotten). Chef Hiro trained Brent so I trust the restaurant is in good hands.

 

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My travel companion and I started with what I would call a very unusual appetizer – fresh pork rinds. Yep. Pork rinds.

They arrived at the table hot and snapping as they continued to pop and expand. I would definitely order these again.

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For my main course I went with the Crispy Pork Belly. The little pool of green stuff on the plate is a green tomato and jalapeno jam. There could have been more jalapeno in the jam.

To balance the fattiness of the pork belly there is a a good selection of of house pickled vegetables – yellow beets, carrots, and yes, mushrooms. Very cool.

The roasted Brussels sprouts were awesome. I will now only eat Brussels sprouts if they are roasted.

My travel companion being a much less adventurous diner than me, he opted for the 293 Wallace Street signature burger. He reported that it was a “very good” burger. He did admit that he prefers less meat in his burger than this one had.

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For dessert I asked the server to get the kitchen to make something for me. Lemon cheesecake with a graham crumb and a berry sauce. With ants.

As I have said before, if you get beyond thinking about eating the ants, they add a very strong citrus flavour to the cheesecake. I seriously encourage you to try the ants on their dessert. It is a flavour sensation.

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And finally, after drinking I can’t count how many crappy cups of coffee from that place started by a hockey player, I have discovered The Blue Moose coffee shop in Hope.

Awesome coffee. Pricey pastries and sandwiches but they certainly looked good!

Traveling the Fraser Canyon has never before been such a good time for foodies.

That “Going Home” Kind of Feeling

Do you have a place that you feel really “at home”? Not necessarily a specific house, although it could be, but more like a community that you feel at home in where you get that warm fuzzy, comfortable feeling?

I started thinking about this because I heard a couple women talking on CBC radio about northern BC. The one woman said that she has lived and worked all over the world and yet when she gets on the tiny airplane that takes her back to Terrace, BC, back to her mother and father’s house, the house where she grew up, she gets that “going home” feeling.

And that started me thinking about where I go to get that going home feeling. I lived in Prince George, a place people from southern BC call northern BC, even though it is really only halfway up the province. I liked Prince. I liked the people and the rough and tumble community. But I never felt “at home” there.

I also lived in the west Kootenays. I loved it there too. I liked the people, the arid climate, and the semi-conservative hippy-dippy community. But I never felt completely “at home” there either.

However, when I would drive west and rise up as I left Osoyoos, I would see the western mountains stick their pointy little peaks up into the sky and my heart would skip a beat in excitement. Driving into Manning Park I could feel the “coming home” vibe rattling my cage.

I would get to Hope, where the Fraser River leaves the canyon and opens out into the top end of the Fraser Valley. I would turn right and head up the Fraser Canyon and I knew that I was home. I love the Fraser Canyon. Travel from Hope up through Yale and if you look up the mountainsides you would know that Ansel Adams would have gone all ape to see mountains of this magnitude and raw beauty.

Up the canyon to Boston Bar where the canyon opens up a little. Keep going to Lytton, to the confluence of the mighty Fraser and the Thompson Rivers. Lytton, Canada’s official hotspot. From Lytton you can continue to follow the nasty, winding road along the Fraser up to Lillooet or you can follow the along the Thompson to Spences Bridge.

Anywhere in the Fraser Canyon I feel at home. I love the Fraser River and all the eclectic little communities that perch on the cliffs of the canyon. Home for me will always be the Fraser Canyon.

Where is your home?