If you’ve heard anything about Taiwan, it’s probably something or other about it’s food. Let’s admit it… Taipei 101 was soon left in the dust as the world’s tallest building almost as soon as it became known. But, there is a ton of food in this small country. I’m going to start with Hsinchu’s Cheng Huang (City God) Temple Night Market – 城隍廟夜市!
Street eats and night market from Hsinchu after the jump>>
Aiyaiyai – it has been several months since I’ve posted. I apologize. I’m going to blame the usual life-gets-busy excuses: travel, school, work, laziness, etc. But here’s a taste of one of those excuses!
Over the winter holidays, I spent a little over 3 weeks in Taiwan and Korea, mostly Taiwan for family stuff…. and eating.
Huashan Market – home of Fu Hang Dou Jiang 阜杭豆漿. Have you ever heard of this place? Neither have I. Have you ever been to this place? Neither had I until my most recent trip to Taiwan!! Damn, it is delicious.
Fu Hang Dou Jiang in photos after the jump>>
After sprinting to the East Village, Cat and I arrived at Ippudo around 1:30pm only to find a two-hour wait ahead of us. The hostess warned us that there was a possibility we might not even get in before they closed. Tears were forming at the corner of my eye. I wasn’t going to have time to come back for ramen before I would leave New York! I needed ramen; there isn’t any deliciousness in Utah!
Well, we were starved and decided to head over to Xi’an Famous Foods for a snack. At the tiny joint with no open seating, we grabbed our “spicy and tingly beef with hand-ripped noodles” and scarfed down at the nearby tree planter box. De-lish… and spicy. And… it was raining. Lovely.
Hopeful, we returned to Ippudo, after grabbing some tapioca drinks, of course, and went to see the hostess again… There just might be a chance of getting in! We waiting patiently, sort of full, but still hungry for ramen. About 10-20 minutes later, we were in! Shiromaru Hakata Classic Ramen bowls for the both of us.
I added an onsen tamago.
No, we were hungry for that much after our snack, but boy, we had no problem finishing our bowls. So. Worth. It.
Lam Zhou hand-pulled noodles in New York. I love noodles! I love hand-pulled noodles! And I totally want to learn… how to pull noodles. *mimics hand-pulled noodling gesture*
It’s a total hole-in-the-wall that’s sort of become infamous (at least, it seems that way). Verdict – cheap, awesome noodles. The soup and stuff are average but the noodles are great – very “QQ.” Can’t beat that for five bucks in NYC! Awesome lunch in Chinatown.
A couple of weeks ago, I traded Matt food for knowledge. After a cram session at Salt Lake Roasting Company, we walked over to Everest Tibetan Restaurant for a late dinner. It was good. Don’t get me wrong. But the cheap frugal person that I am, I balked at the $10.99 price for seven pan-fried momos. Momos = just like Chinese bao or a variation of the Japanese nikuman.
And plus, c’mon! Chinese food should not be that expensive (and hey, you can get delicious nikuman at a Japanese 7-Eleven for ~100 yen).
So, just the tiniest bit enraged (and very, very full from the still delicious dinner), I decided to make my own bao-tzi/bao-zi over the weekend.
Bao-fever after the jump >>