Pictures from last night’s Keelung Night Market trip are up!
Joanna, to whom the evening’s adventures were dedicated, has the distinct honour of having our first stinky dofu experience in her name. Does that make her our of patron saint of chodofu? It’s not every day that white people eat this stuff. We know one Canadian guy who lived here eleven years and never tried it. After choking on the fumes for months (these pungent clouds of chemicals travel quite a distance… down the street, around corners, you always smell it long before you see it), we finally actually paid money to get up close and personal with the stuff. It doesn’t taste half as bad as it smells, though according to our Taiwanese friends a key to enjoying (read: surviving) the experience is to sit upwind.
I’m not kidding. If you ever come here, we’ll never have to point it out to you on the street because after reading this you’ll just know it when it hits you. “No, you haven’t found the missing WMD’s – that’s food you’re smelling.”
Keelung is a port city, so seafood was everywhere. If we’d had our notepad, we’d have all the names and contents of things right now, but this time we’ll just have to refer you to the pictures.