Next to their stand was a Tokayoki stand which served these little squid battered balls. I saw them in an episode of No Reservations: Japan and didn't think much of them as I was watching. But here they were. So I had to. They were dressed with that infamous Japanese mayo, Bonito flakes (also a first) and Nori strips.
Pretty tasty. Dericious.
The real excitement was for the Stank-ass Tofu. I think sometimes my motto is "I'll try anything once." This tofu is infamous at chinese food-stand type events. The smell is unparallel to anything you've really smelled before in terms of food. When you walk past a stand it literally smells like that old, dirty, fat guy who sits at the front of the bus with his girth hanging out from the bottom of his t-shirt, and everyone knows he reeks but doesn't say anything but instead endures his refusal to take a fucking towel and wipe his ballsack. Yeah, that kinda smell.
Now you may ask, that's nice and all, but why would I want to put that shit in my mouth?
Like all worthwhile endeavors, there is never really a logical answer. You just do.
Basically, tofu is fermented for a long duration of time which turns its texture into something like a less condensed Feta cheese. My dad actually calls fermented tofu products, chinese cheese; makes sense.
So the tofu are cut in cute little squared off shapes, and then thrown into hot oil to get nice and crispy on the outside.
After which, they ladel a small bath of soy and garlic sauce and served with some pickled Napa cabbage.
Consensus of the Stank-ass Tofu experience... OVERRATED. I don't know if it's my tendency to build up completely out of this world expectations for things, or if in fact the tofu didn't meet standards they should have... we'll never know.
One thing is for sure though, glad to put that one behind me. But not really because I walked around the entire night with the stench in my clothes and hair, sorta like a clingy ex-boyfriend.
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