Vancouver Magazine
Burdock and Co Is Celebrating a Decade in Business with a 10-Course Tasting Menu
The Frozen Pizza Chronicles Vol. 3: Big Grocery Gets in on the Game
The Best Thing I Ate All Week: Crab Cakes from Smitty’s Oyster House on Main Street
Wine Collab of the Week: A Cool-Kid Fizz on Main Street
The Grape Escape for Wine Enthusiasts
5 Wines To Zero In On at This Weekend’s Bordeaux Release
If you get a 5-year fixed mortgage rate now, can you break early when rates fall?
5 Things to Do in Vancouver This Week (September 18-24)
10 Vancouver International Film Festival Movies We’ll Be Lining Up For
Dark Skies in Utah: Chasing Cosmic Connection on the Road
Fall Wedges and Water in Kamloops
Glamping Utah: Adventure Has Never Felt So Good
On the Rise: Meet Vancouver Jewellery Designer Jamie Carlson
At Home With Photographer Evaan Kheraj and Fashion Stylist Luisa Rino
At Home With Interior Designer Aleem Kassam
Because we do occasionally leave the office.
It might have a lame new name that speaks directly to its new owners (the Donnelly Group), but what used to be known as the Railway Club hasn’t given up on shining a light on new and exciting bands. On Saturday night (in a seeming betrayal of their band name) it’ll be Friday Night Fires, a Kamloops foursome now based in Vancouver. The band has one, four-song, self-titled EP that was released last year. But that selection of tunes speaks to how many different ways the quartet can jam.There’s the croony ballad “Whiskey”, in which frontman Jonathan Chow sounds like The Tallest Man on Earth; foot-stomping opener “How Far I’d Go” that profiles more in the vein of The Sheepdogs behind a powerful guitar that works perfectly around the rough edges of Chow’s voice; and finale “Janie” which makes use of excellent instrumental work and a mid-song verse that sounds nothing like the rest of it.Mostly it’s just an absolute shocker that the band is currently without a label. The album sounds far too polished for a self-produced debut. —Associate editor Nathan Caddell
If the weather holds up, I’ll be hurtling down the I-5 shortly towards Seattle and, more importantly, Seattle’s best karaoke. Sorry, I should’ve capitalized that— Seattle’s Best Karaoke—given that it’s literally the name of my preferred spot in the Emerald City to belt out some Springsteen. It may be located in a strip mall with zero charm (I think SBK itself might actually be in a former medical clinic, given the look of its decor) but once you take a gander at the extensive song list and realize that, with a $10 banquet license you can legally bring in your own food and booze, you’ll never bother waiting in like at RockBox again. —Executive editor, Stacey McLachlan