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| - Of my five days in Phoenix, Henry's Taiwan Kitchen was the most memorable dining experience. Everything we ordered was amazing. The three cup chicken, grain mash pork chops, dumplings, minced pork rice, crispy tofu. Everything I put in my mouth was awesome. Well almost everything...
I have heard the legend that people would line up for the stinky tofu food truck on the streets of NYC. You could smell the pungent tofu from 5 blocks away. In fact, I have heard tales that it triggered migraines and seizures from 10 blocks away.
Well, I have been avoiding a head to head battle with this beast of a tofu until this glorious day. We first engage in a stare off, and I can see the tofu hot and steaming. I take a deep breath of air, and it brings me back to the sulfur springs of St. Lucia. The walls seem to close in on us. I can hear the crowd chanting, "Finish him!" with utensils banging in unison. I take the first bite, and swallow as fast as possible before my taste buds can register a signal to my brain. I take another strike, trying to numb my brain of all senses. I keep telling myself this is an acquired taste, the more I eat, the better it will taste. I take another jab. But my senses have turned against me and has translated and equivalate this experience to eating flower fertilizer in the spring. I can acquire no more. FOOD triumphs over MAN today. A humbling experience. Will there be a rematch? Probably not. Even a dog averts a skunk a second time around.
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