Toronto in one of my favourite cities in Canada. It has culture, arts, funky neighbourhoods, cool architecture, food trucks, and an interesting history – – which ultimately led to the creation of When Pigs Fry, a pork themed food tour by Urban Adventures.
A walk through Bangkok’s Khao San road, the Grand Palace, Wat Pho, and other touristy sites generally results in more than a couple tuk tuk drivers touting trips to a floating market. While many will accept their offer, there are some who shy away, not wishing to visit an overcrowded market that is filled with more tourists than locals.
My fingers are sticky and wet, and I can feel juice slowly trickling from the corner of my mouth to my chin; looking around I notice I’m not the only person who decided to eat with my hands, and I feel a sense of relief; I tend to worry about displaying bad manners when eating in a foreign country.
I’m sitting at a small blue metal table with rust spots scattered on the top, the blue plastic stool I’m sitting on seems sturdy enough and I make a mental note to not move around too much; nobody wants to be the farang (foreigner) who breaks a plastic stool. When the chicken is placed in front of me, there are no utensils in sight, but I notice another table eating chicken with their hands, so I decided to do the same.
My time in Vancouver is short, one full day to be exact, so instead of running around the city like a chicken with its head cut off, I decided to spend my day in one neighbourhood, Chinatown. An interesting choice, right? I mean, how could I, or anyone else for that matter, spend an entire day in Chinatown. Well, I’ll tell you how!
I’m a tea nerd. It’s not really a secret, just flip through this blog and you’ll see a few posts on afternoon tea experiences. I haven’t even written about how I travel with my favourite teas, and pick-up new ones when I’m in various countries. I actually have specific tea stops in certain cities, like the green tea infused with anise from a little family tea shop located in a hutong in Beijing. But I digress…
Travelling the world gave me an appreciation for food with flavour, spice, and creativity. Gone where the days of roast beef or roast chicken with mashed potatoes and gravy, a staple in my house when I was growing up. While I can appreciate those family dinners, I crave flavour.
When I’m on the road, I lean towards fresh foods, street foods. I guess, in a way, it feels as though I am eating delicious home cooking. Plus there is the fact that street food is more budget friendly.