Before there was this phenomena called the foodie, there was my dad. He's the annoying guy who likes to make adjustments to every dish he orders. He's the creep who hovers around the kitchen, watching the chefs, smelling the aromas, and studying the craft. He's the demanding customer who picks the fish from the tank, follows it to the kitchen, and watches it get butchered to make sure the fish he eats is the fish he chose. But nonetheless, he is the ultimate patron of food. I've absorbed some of his passion for better or for worse and now I constantly seek new flavors and food experiences.
I was lucky to travel to two completely different cities with two widely different cuisines last week in China. Here are some highlights: