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Food
When I moved to Seattle, I noted how Chinese food varies widely throughout the US: from the "as spicey as you can make it" Szechuan Chicken I ordered in Iowa that tasted like air-puffed styrofoam to the delicate hand made wontons at China Gate in Seattle's China Town, I saw a lot. From this perspective, living in Taiwan is fascinating.
In Tainan, I ate several different variations of hot pots. I even tried the goose, so I could say that mine was cooked. One restaurant I visited was made completely out of driftwood (see images below) and served flavorful hotpots in earthen crockery, To enter The Narrow Door Cafe, I had to slide sideways through the skinny alleyway leading to the entrence. This restaurant also featured an outdoor urinal visable to all entering the cafe. I didn't use the bathroom there, though I had to go. Is Tainan food special compared to the rest of Taiwan? I don't really think it is, however, I did eat well in this lovely city.
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I find the popularity of McDonalds and KFC here very disturbing. These are a healthy and attractive people. Americans tend to have fat asses. Why? McDonalds and KFC (and Taco Bell, but no one here eats mexican food) of course. Working with the children, I hope to instil a supreme dislike for fastfood and run that clown, Ronald, off the Island. I doubt I will succeed, but I have to try. Also while in Tainan, we saw some bars, rode some horses, and (to everyone's disdain) I took many pictures. Enjoy.
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I have always like Chinese food. When I was a kid, we'd go out to celebrate birthdays with Chinese. My father would always order heaping bowls of Lo Mein, while my brother and I narrowed our choices to chicken dishes with stars denoting "extra spicey." I can't remember what my sister would order, but I am sure it was good, too.
From the duck's blood on a stick you can order at street vendors to the finest Hong Kong-style restaurants, Americans only see a small public-relations-friendly view of what Chinese Cuisine really is. My only problem is that there aren't enough bars where I live in Hsi Chih. That's life I suppose.
I've gotten several email this week claiming that certain friends may visit me here in the fall. Please, come. At a minimum, I will make sure you eat well. My days at SeatteDining.com taught me the importance of knowing where you can get what you want and when. Or at least what you want TO EAT and when. . .
