|Lee has an addiction. One that he not only does not fight, he also celebrates it. Worse even - he tries to get others addicted as well. His crack is a banana-peanut butter shake. All guests are subject to aggressive advertisements and compulsory consumption (with no success).|
|Do you too call the first meal of the day 'breakfast', even if it's had at dinner time? Ok, so we started the day with a Mexican breakfast.|
|A T.Rex by Boston's Science Museum. At some point, after the newest paleontologic discoveries, it turned out that this model is no longer true and the T.Rex had to move outside.|
|In the evening we ended up in Chinatown. Chris used to live in Taiwan so we decided to take him to a Taiwanese dinner.|
While waiting for a table, we went to pick up Chris' favorite egg tarts. They were still warm and the egg filling was still jiggly. They tasted good but the consistency was definitely not my thing.
|Places like this one, with no neon signs, crowds, and ever-present Japanese maneki-neko, allow you to sense the atmosphere of the long gone mysterious, dangerous Chinatown. To my surprise, many people claim it still is very dangerous.|
|Finally it was our turn. We ordered Chinese Tsingtao beer to share. After the first sip, Chis announced: 'It still sucks'. We nodded. But moments later we were sharing another one.|
We started with fried minced shrimp rolled in 'tofu skin'.
Vegetable dim sum.
|Then, fantastic braised eggplant with basil arrived. I still think about it.|
|An oyster pancake with consistency of egg tatters in egg drop soup.|
|Chris' soup with pork small intestine. For kicks I told Lee it was a large intestine but he still ate it.|
|The hit of the evening - fried stinky tofu, which is popular in Chinese and Taiwanese cuisine. Tofu is fermented for months. It's then deep fried and served with pickled vegetables. Its smell I'd compare to old pee. It doesn't taste bad but I can't promise that we'll meet again soon.|