After too many days of eating the white man's food, I really was craving something Asian. I can't go too many days without eating Asian food. I crave chocolates and sweets, but my want for Asian food runs deeper than simple desire. It's like it's ingrained into my genetic makeup to optimally thrive off of Asian food. With any other foods, sure I'm living, but who wants to just live?
It probably didn't help that I spent the whole day sweltering under the unforgiving sunshine of the desert to watch the BNP Paribas Open. When I'm stressed mentally or physically, I turn to food for comfort. That day was no exception, and I was happy to be out and about with Old Soul, who is definitely a food fan. He asked what I wanted to eat after our long day. I said "Asian" and he obliged. Simple as that. I don't think I could be friends with anyone who would put up a big stink about what or where we ate. We really went to town on the ordering and the waitress laughed in disbelief when she confirmed our order of 6 dishes for 2 people.
I've had chicken like this before and it was called Shan Dong chicken. Old Soul, being the unusually helpful China man that he is can read Chinese and the Chinese description of this dish, which was none other than Shan Dong chicken. This dish is quite popular here, but I was actually disappointed. The chicken wasn't as flavorful as I've had before and the cold cucumbers nestled underneath the chicken wasn't as marinated as I would have liked. You should have seen Old Soul turn his nose up at the site of those green cucumbers. He's allergic to all things green apparently.
Old Soul turned his nose at the cucumbers, but he had a look of horror when I pushed for an order of ong choy. I loved how the veggies weren't sitting in a big puddle of its own juices. They must have been cooked at very very high heat. I could never get my vegetables this way at home.
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