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It's Wednesday.
I'm hungry.

If | eat one more meal on the Island my head is
going to explode Paul McCarthy style, so with great excite-
ment myself and two other culinary divas pile into Agnes,
my car, to track.down some nosh. (I like people who aren't
afraid to eat, and am highly suspicious of anyone who isn't

nteretedin little oral exper-
imentation. It is with even greater plea-

sure that the Westside's Modern Club is chosen. Nestled in
at 18th and Dunbar, with an unassuming sign containing
fabulous graphics that look like they belong in an aspiring
Zen design student's portfolio, the Modern Club serves
divine Japanese food. The owner is a swell Japanese woman
who radiates beatific soul food radiance. She left her hus-
band and two grown daughters to come to Canada and
open a restaurant, because, as she says, "it is my dream."

Thank goodness she's sharing the dream with us, particular-
ly her cosmic grill skill (more on that later). We started with
the most perfect, most beautiful California roll in existence,
comparable only to the magic of Tojo, Vancouver's primo
internationally renowned sushi guru. Then a dish of slightly
spicy kimpira: carrots and other root vegetable slivers with

sesame, soy, and A bit of a kick: help

wake us up (hardly necessary).

At this point the zany radio station was blasting that hit from
Fame, and | was momentarily transferred to choreographing
mode. | saw visions of Emily Carr students joining together
in a réverie of musical performance crossed with a Spike
Jonze video, gathering in the concourse gallery for the grand
finale.

photographs by Marc Heber

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It's Wednesday.
I'm hungry.

IF | eat one more meal on the Island my head is
going to explode Paul McCarthy style, so with great excite-
ment myself and two other culinary divas pile into Agnes,
my car, to track down some nosh. (I ike people who aren't
afraid to eat, and am highly suspicious of anyone who isn't

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sure that the Westside’s Modern Club is chosen. Nestled in
at 18th and Dunbar, with an unassuming sign containing
fabulous graphics that look like they belong in an aspiring
Zen design student's portfolio, the Modern Club serves
divine Japanese food. The owner is a swell Japanese woman.
who radiates beatific soul food radiance. She left her hus-
band and two grown daughters to come to Canada and
‘open a restaurant, because, as she says, "itis my dream."

Thank goodness she's sharing the dream with us, particular
ly her cosmic grill skill (more on that later). We started with
the most perfect, most beautiful California roll in existence,
comparable only to the magic of Tojo, Vancouver's primo
internationally renowned sushi guru. Then a dish of slightly
spicy kimpira: carrots and other root vegetable slivers with

sesame, soy, and QL bit of a kickone

wake us up (hardly necessary),

At this point the zany radio station was blasting that hit from
Fame, and | was momentarily transferred to choreographing.
mode. | saw visions of Emily Carr students joining together
in a reverie of musical performance crossed with a Spike
Jonze video, gathering in the concourse gallery for the grand
finale.

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