I’ve decided to download LiveWriter to my… I guess “step-aunt’s?” computer. Cause… I don’t want my posts to be ugly!
This will temporarily be a “food and culture” in addition to “food” blog. Cause Asia is radddddd.
Our first stop was the hair salon because Moony wanted me to get my hair did.
It is an exciting looking place.
With a SHAMPOO MENU! I went for the tea tree, which smelled delicious. Getting your hair done is preceded by a RIDICULOUSLY skillful back and shoulder massage.
You take a certain risk letting someone cut your hair when you do not speak the same language at all. Moony wanted me to have a new look… I look… new.
For dinner, we got HOT POT! Or Shabu Shabu.
The place is called “Fat Calf”, and is apparently a very popular chain. Their menu explains how it all works.
Inside was quite beautiful, with fresh flowers (they are everywhere here- it smells so good!)
And big communal tables with the pot in the center:
We got both kinds of broth in a kind of yin/yang bowl:
And then they started bringin’ out the ingredients!
Dried tofu that gets rehydrated in the broth…
Mushrooms atop my bowl of (obvi, this is Asia) rice
Date tea (!) and “orange juice” which tasted like Tang and I passed off to my cousin and then replaced with:
Sour plum juice! Like fruit juice and barbecue sauce, all at the same time. Weirdly refreshing.
It is bloody difficult to eat corn on the cob with chopsticks.
Delicious bitter greens. I asked if there was an American name, and my stepmother didn’t think so. The Chinese name literally means “wife beater greens”! It’s based on a legend where some guy wanted his wife to cook him greens, and he gave her a huge pile of them, and she cooked them and they cooked down and it looked like there were less and… er…. Kind of a depressing story, but they are delicious!
And the food just keeps coming!
Balls (the lighter one is some kind of fish, which was a little cartiledgey for my taste, but the darker one was a shrimp ball and was SUBLIME)
Traditional dessert. Some kind of jellified fruity thing. So good!
After dinner we went and admired the restaurant’s pond. Obviously. They have a pond.
Finally, look at my aunt’s cigarette pack:
Pregnant belly! For a few horrifying moments, I thought this meant this brand advertised itself to expectant mothers. But no. It’s just their surgeon general’s warning is a bit more dramatic than ours!