Your Food Party

Breakfast… the most important meal of the day.

To fuel the road trip buzz of four (dinner deprived) girls, we took to the streets for the all Canadian breakfast.

Coffee, bacon, Denny’s grand slam? Not the usual suspects.

Montreal has always had a special place in my heart.

There is one place, in particular, that I crush on and lose my mind every time I’m in its presence.

It’s you, Jean Talon Market. Secret’s out. It’s you.

I’m that girl.

I’m that girl who always brings lunch.

I’m THAT girl who always brings lunch and turns down ordering lunch with the group. Yep, that’s me. The girl on the right, over there, at the round table, eating out of her lunch box.

And, while I may be a party pooper… It was this one, fine day… That I, Christine Liang, partied at lunch.

On the adventures of… Christine goes out for lunch! (Queue the whimsical, emmy award winning music)

Some days just call for a little home cooking.

Feeling a touch of Julia Child’s in the air, the team took to the kitchen.

Apron on and jewelry off. Here’s the story, of a lovely lady. Who was bringing up a very lovely brunch.

Texas, North Carolina, Tennessee… These states are the reigns of barbeque.

So when, a little place called Fette Sau, in Williamsburg, Brooklyn steps into the limelight… New York City instantly got themselves on the barbeque map.

Hallelujah! It’s time we got ourselves a joint of our own.