This small city should pork capital as its nickname. Like Chicago's Windy City or New York's Big Apple. Porks galore! Unfortunately, I can't eat pork.
This small city is probably the birthplace of barbecued pork establishments/stalls. The locals call these stalls 'Texas'. Nope! Nobody greets Howdy!, nobody wears Stetsons, but we have oil.
Yesterday my brother had pork stewed in herbal tea for dinner. It's so fragrant, it's tempting. God help me!
And this afternoon, we had dessert in a cute food and drink establishment. They do serve pork but we were full after having a good breakfast of noodle in pumpkin and yam gravy. So we only ordered for drinks. I had shaved iced while my brother ordered some herbal tea and tapioca pudding.
We had a glance through the menu. Among them are 'PORK THROTTLE'! Imagine flying a helicopter with pork throttle. Imagine watching pigs star in Airwolf. Or Airpig. (yeah while imagining pigs flying helicopters, the Airwolf theme song is playing in my mind)
Maybe the person in charge of writing the menu is dyslexic, or it's just a typo error. Or maybe it's really a throttle. Too bad, my brother was full and didn't order those throttles. Anyway, my shaved ice was awesome! The palm sugar, a perfect combination of saltiness and bitterness. I would definitely come to this place for their shaved ice.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Airwolf
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