Chow

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellows,

One thing I'm loving about Wellington is the food. You hear about it before you arrive. About how it is a foodie paradise, but I really had no idea.

It's especially evident in the Asian food department. Asian restaurants dominate the city. There are so many noodle bars, sushi bars and dumpling stalls. Literally half a dozen on every block along Lambton Quay. You see the office workers queuing down the street outside every one. They do a roaring trade. And the smells are AMAZING.

Tonight Er Indoors and I went to a place called "Chow" on Tory Street. We've ordered delivery from them before and have been dying to go for a while. I ordered pork bao. I didn't know what it was, but the nice lady explained.

"Um... it's sort of pork in buns... but not like burger buns... kind of...?"

Okay. I'm not sure how long she'd been working there. It's possible she just started this evening.

She then told us about their cocktail which was, "Um... this sort of Japanese folklore cocktail... it's really good... there's a whole story... I forget..."

Before you ask, she got a good tip anyway. The cocktail was delicious but the bao were incredible. They were sort of like really, really LIGHT pita bread. But pumped full of air. No, that's not it. Pumped full of morning sunlight. Still not right.

They were like light pita bread, but pumped full of the sweet dew-laden breath of ANGELS. And they SANG to me, of happy dancing pigs who LOVED being turned into filling for my fluffy sandwich. Then the naked lady angels took me by the hand and flew me through cirrus clouds, only they weren't cirrus clouds, they were BAO and they filled my mouth with JOY and came out of my bottom as a flock of WHITE DOVES.

Okay, that might have been the cocktail talking. 

My point is this. I have eaten well tonight. I am happy. And I forgot to blip today so here is another picture of the fern that lives outside our flat. I love you, Mr. Fern.

That was definitely the cocktail. Japanese folklore is brilliant.

S.