PANTS FREE THURSDAYS, MOTHERFUCKERS
I think we have established that there are things that I don’t like. As Bev Kaply said the other day, there is a list, and it is long and comprehensive, but don’t bother memorizing it because I am more than willing to tell you when I don’t like something. Often extensively and comprehensively.
So I thought we’d try exploring things I like. There are such things, you know. Shut up.
I am completely fascinated by Asian food and culture.
My dad was stationed in Okinawa at one point, and when we were kids, my family tended to go to Japanese restaurants. When we lived on base, we went to Mongolian wok night and teppanyaki at the NCO club. I grew up with Japanese food, and then when we moved to Maine, I worked as a teenager in a Chinese restaurant. This allowed me to eat the same food the chefs made for themselves, so I got used to real Chinese food instead of the Americanized menu they offered customers.
In Maine, at least when I lived there, Asian food was crappy most of the time and when it was good it was super expensive. This is because there was only a very small Asian population, and most of the people who lived there had an Americanized idea of what Asian food is.
One of the things I love about Seattle is the variety of amazing and excellent Asian food and ingredients available. There is a large Asian population here, and so there is a wide range of food to be had.
There is pho, and bun and hand shaved noodles for chow mein. There is dim sum and bahn mi, Korean bbq and teppanyaki, naan and on every corner of every street there is a teriyaki joint.
Don’t even get me started on the bakeries.
There are Asian grocery stores, and bookstores where you can find all sorts of stickers and notebooks and trinkets and an unnameable variety of cool shit.
And because there is a large Asian community, it all can be found at a reasonable price.
It’s like I’m in heaven, if heaven has noodles and hot and sour soup, and it couldn’t possibly be heaven without those, you know?
