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Japadoggin’

I make it a point to always get some street food whenever I’m travelling, and Vancouver’s signature street food is the Japadog, a hot dog done Japanese-style. Here’s my coworker David smiling in anticipation of a delicious east-meets-west organ-meats-in-casings lunch on Friday:

Part of Japadog’s charm is their delightful Engrish signage. It’s so very charmingly quirky that I wouldn’t be surprised if their misspellings and malapropisms were intentional. After all, they did get me to take this photo and post it online:


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I had the “Spicy Cheese Terimayo Dog”, their biggest seller in 2010, pictured below:

I’d never describe it as spicy, nor would I call the sauce spread over it “cheese”. The shredded nori gives the dog a “Japanese” flavour, but in the end, it wasn’t the “Western food through the Japanese funhouse mirror” kind of good that a number of other places have mastered (MOS Burger are particularly good at this).

I think I would’ve preferred the Oroshi dog: bratwurst with green onions and soy sauce. Maybe I’ll grab one before taking the train to the airport tomorrow.

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The Mayor of West Hastings

Joey devilla pulling a red wagon full of beer

This was me yesterday: walking out of Crosstown Liquor with about six or so dozen bottles of beer and delivering them to the venue of Vancouver’s HackVan hacker marathon. The venue is right by the “skid row” part of West Hastings Street, where anyone with more than two bottles alcohol in non-Listerine form is automatically the mayor.

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What I Wore to the Company Picnic

Like a boss

One week ago today, Shopify had its company picnic. We were divided into volleyball teams, each of which had to come up with not just a name, but a theme and costume. My team were “The Hefs”, in tribute to Hugh Hefner. Hence the outfit and pipe. Since I added the cowboy hat and shades and my bathrobe was terry as opposed to silk, I think my “look” came off more like a cross between Dr. Hunter S. Thompson and Dr. “Trapper John” McIntyre from M*A*S*H than everyone’s favourite gentlemen’s magazine publisher.

Still: can I rock a pipe or can I rock a pipe?

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You Say “Middle Age”, I Say “Mack Daddy Age”

Joey deVilla in a pimp outfitPhoto by Liz van Gerven.

I turn 43 today, and I don’t mind a single bit. My heels mind occasionally.

This article also appears in Global Nerdy.