Mmm, food! A bit of a throw back to my Melbourne trip and some of the food we ate along the way.
That first photo of the thick, hand cut noodles smothered in chilli oil and peanuts was at a very, very Chinese eatery. There were no faces in there apart from Chinese, and by that I mean mainland Chinese (I am of half south east Asian extraction). Here’s a bit of education – true mainland Chinese food is so varied in flavour, style, and ingredients you might forget you’re in the same country.
I say this from a completely virgin point of view, seeing as I have never been to China, but we have several family friends who are from various parts of the country, and each family’s cooking is incredibly different from the other. Plus my mum’s been to China and can talk your head, both your ears, and your legs off about the variety of cuisine over there.
Anyway, back to that first picture; here’s a funny story you might enjoy.
The friend who took me to that eatery has been my friend since we met in college. We did the same degree at university, and graduated the same day. He is of Jewish extraction, a red head, a cyclist, is so white he is reflective, speaks German fluently, has lived in Munich, is addicted to sushi, and can Lion Dance.
When you put the two of us together, he is the very white, very red haired one, and I am the very ethnic, very Asian one. Between the two of us, who do you think speaks Mandarin better?
He does. The answer’s him.
He is conversationally fluent in Mandarin. Did I mention he did a 2 month long intensive language course in China?
So he ordered the bowel for us, and when it came time to pay and the cashiers were calling out the order to confirm, I had to look at him to find out if that call was correct. I told my mum she would have been so very proud.
Of him that is. Not me.