Wow, great topic.
I haven't had a craving for sweet and sour anything for about five years. I probably have had sweet and sour since that time, but just never had the craving, particularly after being introduced to so many other wonderful Chinese and CA dishes.
But last night it hit, like the thud of Sun Wah BBQ duck slung down off its meat hook unto the block.
I stopped a Hoang Trang (I don't know how to spell this), the new Chinese restaurant in the heart of the Argyle Vietnamese community (includes the aforementioned Sun Wah, Chui Quon Bakery and a few other Chinese holdouts).
I needed something to cut the gloppy cloying sweetness in which I was about to indulge, perhaps something healthy? A little poet to balance the warrior in me...or my craving. As I was fliiping through the menu, I came across salt and pepper tofu...holy goodness batman, salty and sweet!!
The S&S chicken was what I expected… and deserved. Sauce more like spackle and damn near the point of cristalization, huge chunks of pepper and onion (a little disappointed no tomato, an oft opt-in ingredient).
However, what I did not expect was the top notch bean curd bonanza coming my way. I was served a platter of small disks that looked like scallops, a very light breading and inside pure silky tofu that seemed to melt in my mouth. Poor man’s scallops, BULLS**T, Buddha’s mock coquilles maybe.
Gestalt is the sum greater than its parts and I now know that dynamite feeling Alfred Nobel had when he combined sodium nitrate and glycerin. Bang! The cloying sweet stickiness of sweet and sour chicken with the salty, peppery tang of salt and pepper tofu…cowabunga.
A darest not risk having this combination on a regular basis lest my bathroom scale tips not in favor of longevity…but if a craving for sweet and sour anything within the next five years occurs, I know where I am headed.
I couldn’t finish all the food but was anxious to see how the tofu survived the evening. Unfortunately, I was accosted by a table of drunks at Tank Noodle who relieved me of my doggie carton, leaving nothing by my hopes falling to the ground like a gentle hail storm.
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pdaane on January 6th, 2006, 11:20 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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