After having a decent but fairly underwhelming sausage at Václavsky Gril, I had unfinished business. Surely I could find a great quality sausage in Prague.
Occasionally, you’ll hear about a dish that you immediately need to try. I recently learned that pickled cheese is a thing that exists in Czech pubs, and of course, my interest was piqued.
Okay fine, it was more than piqued. Pickled cheese?? I needed to try it immediately.
Lebanese Um Khalil is pretty much the perfect spot to hit after working up an appetite by walking around Jerash.
If you look up must-eat restaurants in Amman, I’m pretty sure Hashem Restaurant is on every single list. It’s one of those places whose walls are absolutely festooned with photos of all the various celebrities and politicians who’ve eaten there. Apparently the King is a big fan. It’s legendary.
Sometimes you have to roll with the punches. The plan was to check out a well-regarded dosa joint, but when I went inside, it was almost completely deserted. The only customers were obvious tourists. So I pulled a Grandpa Simpson and got the hell out of there.
There’s a type of restaurant in Hong Kong called a cha chaan teng — it’s essentially a Hong Kong-style diner that, thanks to this country’s history with colonialism, serves Western-inspired dishes (stuff like sandwiches, spaghetti, macaroni soup, etc.).
Sometimes, you’ve gotta roll with the punches. The plan was to go to Xing Long Ju, a very well regarded breakfast joint in Kaohsiung. A little bit too well regarded, it turns out — the line was bonkers.
Ah Tang is famous for something called milkfish porridge, which is essentially a very ricey soup with a whole bunch of fish chunks in it, traditionally eaten for breakfast.
I was a little concerned about having something so fishy first thing in the morning, but of course, I shouldn’t have been. When it comes to food, Taiwan knows where it’s at. They won’t steer you wrong.
There’s something in Taiwan called coffin bread, and it’s essentially clam chowder inside of a crispy, deep-fried piece of bread.
I think it’s pretty obvious that it’s tasty. I mean, you do the math.
So there I am, just walking around in Tokyo and minding my own business, and wham. Attacked by crazy deliciousness, completely out of nowhere.