Where do I even begin? This place blew my doors off and I must admit, my egroll got a little chubby as I floated through the ethereal as if in some sort of David lynch-Stanley Kubrick-Wang Kar Wai dream sequence. As always my disturbingly hot Girlfriend was with me and we marveled at the sheer size of this place, not to mention its organization and cleanliness. We used to cruise many an Asian market in Florida,dont you know. None kicked as much ass as this place. For the love of Ned Stark, they had Bruce Lee posters on the wall. I felt like I was ten again....awesome!!
The amount of stuff was absurd. All I could think of was going home and digging up some seriously bad-ass Asian recipes just so I could utilize half of this stuff. I'm not even going to start with the live fish market, cause I'll go all Tolstoy on your ass, and aint nobody got time for that. If you don't go here, you are dumb. Really dumb....like Johnny Depp levels of dumb. Don't be a Johnny.
P.S Individually wrapped and salted boiled duck eggs....I had to buy them. I tried one when I got home...I came close to vomiting, but then I realized it was awesome. Go there buy something totally weird, eat it and let me know Homey,