Last night my housemate Nikki organised a little asian fusion dinner party. Each guest made some traditional food from whichever country they came from. It was a Japanese-Korean-Vietnamese feast and a damn good one at that.
After spending a fair few hours prepping and waiting for all the guests to arrive we ate. Spring rolls, rice paper rolls, okonomiyaki, spicy rice cake and tofu curry. Yes. Heaven doesn’t seem to describe the culinary experience.
Despite being in China, our meal was devoid of a Chinese dish, which was a welcome change. As much as I love eggplant, there is only so much hot pot I can eat. And the MSG is giving me crazy dreams and the excess oil clogging my precious arteries. Still, I washed our Viet-Ko-Nese meal down with a couple of Tsing Tao’s. It’s too cheap not to drink beer here.