Night Markets in Taiwan
Taipei seems up all night, even on a Sunday night (it's tomorrow here, already).
An hour after landing from 16 hours in the air, I sought out what could be eaten at the night market nearest our hotel ("Go left at the first McDonald's," the man at the desk said, "Then go to the next McDonald's, and take a right." No kidding).
At the market, I picked a stand, watched a local, and followed his lead, monkey see-monkey do: take red basket, fill with skewers, hand to young lady and watch her dip in sauce, gently cook over grill, then snip into pieces.
I picked skewers of smoky bacon-wraped scallions/enoki mushrooms; green pepper; tofu (not, alas, the stinky kind, which is #1 on my food hit list).
The takeaway box, adorable.
No way I was hauling this back to the hotel. I perched on a empty store platform and street-grunted it, mindful of careening motorbikes and taxies.
Each skewer was dipped in a different sauce, lightly grilled, very fresh tasting with lots of dimension offered by the smoky bacon. It was really good, made more so by the ambiance. Total cost: $100 NT (about three bucks American, box included).
The quest for stinky tofu? On-going.