Present Tense Suck: Tung Hing Bakery

There are many things I don’t know about the city, like how this stretch of Kingsway, with Vietnamese storefronts slightly outnumbering their Anglo and Chinese counterparts, is known as Little Saigon. I also have no idea that Tung Hing Bakery is supposed to be a bahn mi destination. The present tense gives me goose bumps in a bad way. I type in the present tense and I tensely cringe. I can’t. Formal designations gives me expectations. I see the words “Little Saigon”…strike that. I am not “seeing” the words “Little Saigon”. I saw them. I saw the words on one … Continue reading Present Tense Suck: Tung Hing Bakery

Taipei: Marlin rice noodles

Dihua street. Oldest street in Taipei. Old money. Lots of it. Crouching tiger hidden dragon – meaning you would not know it if you weren’t told about it. Multi-millionaires, billionaires, and multi-billionaires walking amongst their employee hundred-thousand-aires, and the common, pedestrian ten-thousand-aires milling about grocery shopping or Chinese medicine seeking. Old money I am not and old I was not when I was growing up in Taipei. I knew nothing and only now know but a little of the secrets of the street. What I know I learned and I absorbed from my father-in-law and mother-in-law, both of whom grew … Continue reading Taipei: Marlin rice noodles

Ardor: Baoqi

Dear pho of Baoqi, Embrace me. Take me into your arms. Envelop me with you warm, sweet fragrant stock. Allow me to stroke the tendrils of your velvety rice noodles. Caress me all over with slices of your tender, raw beef. Overwhelm my senses with you unending leafs of basil. Nurture me with the the pure manna within your bean sprouts. Throw me upon the trapeze of your beef balls. Dear betel -leaf wrapped beef vermicelli of Baoqi, Grant me the power of our complacent leaders as my chopsticks tightens around you like them upon their stogies. Confer upon me … Continue reading Ardor: Baoqi

The New York Slice: Ludica Pizzeria

I had imagined that we were going to have a grand ole’ time trying out the board games at the restaurant and I was right. I almost felt like I wanted the pizzas to come later to our table than┬áthe more-than-a-long-while that it took them to arrive. I know for a fact that the kids weren’t particularly happy to be served their lunches in the middle of our game. The game we were playing turned out to take up too much of the surface area of our table for us to continue playing it while simultaneously handling our food. We … Continue reading The New York Slice: Ludica Pizzeria

Tokyo: Shiseido Salon De Cafe

Sad as it may be, I have to face the facts. The fact is that my two-sentence post two days ago – by far my most word-economical – has become my most “liked” post. Ever. It appears that people would much rather read my silence than my babble. So I’m going to give it to you one more time. …I’ll just say this: Every single item tasted better than it looked, and every piece looked stunningly gorgeous. …And this: Surprisingly, the best-tasting thing was the mango parfait. My daughter said that it was the most tasty mango-based food item that … Continue reading Tokyo: Shiseido Salon De Cafe

Tired and uninspired: Morak

I would never dare order alcohol in this restaurant. Never. It says it right on the printouts they stuck on their walls; they’ll check your I.D. if you look under fifty. I don’t think I have the courage. I don’t know how I would react if they don’t check my I.D. And then on the piece of paper glued to the wall right next to the alcohol deterrent they warn you that your car might be ransacked. I walked straight out of the place; without my coat; in sub-five-degree-weather. I walked into the parking lot to re-lock my car doors … Continue reading Tired and uninspired: Morak