I ate rough on the streets of Taipei at 12 midnight

The second story of Taipei.

Since the beginning of autumn, the weather in Taipei has maintained the rhythm of late autumn today and midsummer tomorrow. So much so that when I told a friend who was coming to Taipei to watch the Golden Horse Film Festival, he said he would wear a bikini under his coat. Two days ago, after watching the spring, I walked along the streets of Wanhua. The highway passing through the city was separated from the Taipei River. The rumbling motorcycle made me seem to see the psychedelic colors that kept going backwards. , like Li Yaohui standing in the last carriage of the Taipei MRT. Small vendors in Ximending push their carts to set up their stalls one after another. The aroma of the food mixed with the recent humid weather stimulates your palate. Stinky tofu, crispy salted chicken, peanut roll ice cream, every stall is an authentic Taiwanese snack. And the best of them all is the fried chicken cutlet, which is suitable for rough, piping hot into your esophagus at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night.

Fried chicken chop, just writing these three words made me start to salivate automatically. The chicken is coated in starch and placed in scalding hot oil for a crispy outside and tender inside. Grandpa's Kentucky Fried Chicken in the US, Chusul Fried Chicken Beer in Korean TV dramas, and even my grandma's homemade fried chicken skewers, which was my favorite when I was a kid. This is not a delicate or unique food, but Taiwanese take it seriously and try hard. Taiwanese fried chicken chops are often freshly fried. This process involves the boss taking out the marinated chicken, coating it with flour paste on the spot, then dipping it in bread crumbs, putting it in a hot oil pan, and sizzling. After frying, the boss will sprinkle pepper and chili salt for you according to your taste. General chicken chop stalls will ask you if you want to cut them into small pieces to facilitate eating, but more arrogant bosses will clearly indicate on the stall. , in order to maintain the taste of chicken chops, cutting service is not provided. Therefore, to eat a good chicken chop, you have to have a good temper and patience. The waiting time for fried chicken chop can be as little as 20 minutes or an hour. Of course, this is much faster than queuing in Haidilao. However, there is no melon seed drink manicure service at the chicken chop stall. From wanting to eat fried chicken chops to eating fried chicken chops, the foodies must know that the most lustful moment is the moment they get them. And this is where the battle begins. After getting the chicken chop, many people will turn their appetite for appetite into the rumbling sound of motorcycles. They walk away, secretly enjoying the food, hoping to retain the final elegance. Maybe that's why at midnight in Taipei, the roar of motorcycles almost grabs all of your auditory nerves, which is the deepest craving for fried chicken chops. I don't like this stealthy and restrained approach to chicken chops.

I like to stand on the side of the road at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night and eat a whole piece of piping hot fried chicken rudely without chewing too much. Although I have never enjoyed this pleasure.



I took a bus from Wanhua back to Xinzhuang. When the car passed the Taipei Bridge, I seemed to see the river, but it was pitch black there. The roommate said she wanted to eat fried chicken. I said yes. While I was waiting for the chicken chop, I saw a man standing next to his motorcycle behind the pillar on the right, holding a whole piece of chicken chop and biting it down, so big that I could clearly see it. Saw some chicken with threads and fell out of his mouth, his mouth was moving wildly, trying to keep his mouth open to let in more air to cool the chicken chop that was too hot, then he hurriedly swallowed and ate at the same time took a second bite. I forced myself to look away and turn my head to the left. There was a lesbian couple with the same short hair, one white and one black, hugging, stroking, and kissing each other. I was at a loss for a moment, so I picked up my phone and took a picture of the sewer in front of me.

Just like those scenes from memory. A middle-aged French man in a black coat devoured the sandwich without chewing. There is also a 20-year-old himself sitting in front of the Suzhou Museum, eating duck necks and watching the world.

Or the title should be changed to twelve o'clock in the middle of the night I want to eat rough on the streets of Taipei .