With regard to my recent Shanghai roll, my avid readers (and I’m talking about Kuya Joey, Kuya Jumbo, Verl and Tush – seriously who else would ever read my blog?!?) would know that I have already written about it’s beauty as I showed pictures of it’s pulchritude and artistry.
Now let me talk about the other part of that trip’s delight. The one that is gastronomically enticing – FOOD!
I’m a big a fan of food. Some could attest that it’s the easiest way to win me over. Oh yeah I’m easy as a dog, just throw a portion of pork in my direction and I’m loyal to you forever! I’m not a snacker, I don’t eat little portions in subsequent intervals. I’m a firm believer of heavy breakfasts, scrumptious lunches and delectable dinners! (aaaghhh my mouth waters just writing about it).
And so we started Shanghai day 1 with a big buffet of breakfast. And while my brother was just so excited because the buffet was set in such a grandiose hall, I’m just plain happy I’m having a buffet for breakfast!
Next stop is Yuyuan Garden. My kuya teases me that it’s my favorite place in Shanghai coz I’d always mention it and point it out whenever I see a picture of it, what he doesn’t know is that the reason why I always say it is because it’s the only name I remember out of the many Chinese named places and streets we went to! Anyway, we stopped by a dated Chinese teahouse to, well, drink tea. We’re such pretentious tourists – oh no, kuya will hate me – fine, I’M such a pretentious tourist that’s why I indulged in the Chinese teahouse experience. Chinese are such BIG tea drinkers, and bless them for that coz they get to have nice skin, lean body and long life! No matter what I do, doesn’t matter how often I try it, I’m still a true blue coffee drinker, period! As I was saying (whew it just takes me too long to get to my point, right?) because my brother wanted to have the chinese teahouse experience and I’m just there to be the supportive sister that I am, I just ate all the munchies that came with it.
Now this is my favorite “LAMON” during that trip. Our lunch in one of the fine restaurants in Xintiandi. Hand-made noodles with peanut butter soup, xiao long bao – Shanghai’s famous steamed soup dumplings (it’s like siomai with a thicker wrapper and has steamy broth inside), crispy noodles topped with fresh seafoods and vegetables, and beef cubes with garlic flakes. EXQUISITE!
Our visit to the Shanghai Urban Planning Museum deviously lead us to this noodle house. I said devious because the museum was really big and full of awesome stuff then there’s just one exit which leads to a sorta foodcourt. So parang pinagod nila kami para pakainin sa foodcourt hehehhe. Now back to the noodle thingy. Most people in Shanghai cannot speak english. So the typical local dining experience would be to just point at what seems to be edible and hope it doesn’t ruin our tummy. Kuya definitely has a knack for it because the noodles was surprisingly good.
Beautiful Xitang. I’m lost for words for this province which is nearby Shanghai. It isn’t majestic as the Great Wall or cutting edge as Pudong. It’s simple yet resplendent. I could still picture Tom Cruise running through it’s teahouses and bridges while Katie Holmes sits beside director JJ Abrams as they film MI3. My funny experience here is that I ordered wanton soup for myself only to find them bringing me a really big bowl that is just enough to feed a small village.
Suzhou. After our visits to numerous gardens, we finally got hungry. Kuya is supposed to lead me to a restaurant he read to have had a good review in his travel guide book. But because we’re tired of all the walking and because the waiter in this restaurant was just sooooo nice, we ended up eating here. Food was good, we just realized in the middle that all the food we ordered are sweet and sour!
This one, wala lang. Just take a good look at it and tell me what it reminds you of. heheheh!
Question: Sa China ba ang tawag sa Chinese food, Chinese food pa din? Darn why didn’t I ask the Chinese locals while I was there? Now this thought will bug me forever! Why God, why does it have to be this difficult?!?!?
The entire trip I have been in constant communication with my tummy.
Joy: “C’mon tummy, isang xiao long bao na lang”
Tummy: “But I’m malaki na, I can’t even fit in your jeans anymore”
Joy: “Don’t be KJ, one innocent bite won’t hurt”
Tummy: “Fine, basta last na ha”
So that my friends is Shanghai as told by my tummy.