From my Head Down to my Legs

Breakfast: 2 eggs, over easy.

Lunch: Trying to find a new restaurant is a tricky thing around here. Kelly and I decided to walk in a different direction to find something new. We made the mistake of sitting down at a Japanese place before looking at the menu. It was a fancy-looking restaurant, which had a picture menu (all good things.) When we looked closer, it seemed that it was a kind of Japanese hot pot, where you can select different vegetables to be cooked in the broth that will become soup. Unfortunately, each of the broths that we could choose from had a whole fish sliced inside. Now, I’ve become a huge fan of Chinese-style fish, head and fins and all, but for some reason that day, I wasn’t into it sticking up out of my soup. We pulled a classic Westerner move and split.

We walked for a while and ended up at a complex that looked like a food court of fast food joints. We were ready to just turn around when we looked closer at one of the restaurants and decided it was worth trying (mostly because the décor was vibrant orange, and Kelly will eat anything in that environment.) Our waitress actually spoke some English, which felt like a miracle. Because of this surprise, we were able to answer questions like, “Do you want it hot or cold?” and to ask, “What is on this vegetable?” She sold us on a dish of hard boiled eggs, filled with meat, and some Chinese broccoli. They bring the dish out to the table, and it is steamed right there.

Note: picking up a hollowed-out hard-boiled egg with plastic chopsticks is no easy task, especially when it has been filled with sauce and pork that will bulge from the top on the way to your mouth.

On the way home we stopped at a pastry and got some treats. I hadn’t thought about it, but I had picked out egg custards, a sweet cup of eggy deliciousness. Kelly almost lost her lunch.