The best Brown Sugar Milk Tea I've ever tasted was Xing Fu Tang in Taipei, Taiwan . It's even called Taiwan's No.1 Brown Sugar Boba Milk Tea... And for good reason! The branch that I visited was hidden in a corner walking distance away from Ximen Station. A line of people gathered around the store. Usually, their service is fast so there's not that long of a wait. My family and I ordered a variety of different drinks from Xing Fu Tang... Brown Sugar Boba Milk Tea, Brown Sugar Boba Milk, and Taro Milk Tea on two different occasions. I've got to say, I love them all... But the Iced Brown Sugar Boba Milk Tea holds a special place in my heart. Their cream is so rich and thick, it's almost like melted ice cream... Actually, scrap that. It's like you're drinking chilled heavy cream. It's good. Their boba is tender and chewy... Surprisingly, despite being fried in sugar it's not overwhelmingly sw...
My family and I are foodies. We all have different tastes, but we all share a love and appreciation for food.
My dad being health conscious because of his age, dislikes things that are too salty. He likes clean tasting food.
My mom loves sweets. Even the spaghetti she loves is sweet!
My younger brother can't distinguish the difference between beef, pork, and chicken. But does show an appreciation for good food.
While the youngest in our family loves salty, rich well-seasoned dishes but hates the taste of fat.
Then there's me...
There was a time, I tasted chicken that felt off.
It turned out that, it had gone bad.
There was a time, I had tasted badly prepared beef.
I knew there was something wrong.
But still had to eat it because of the company I was with I got sick after that and so did my friend who ate with me.
I can taste the slightest shift in quality in a dish.
I can taste if the kind of cheese they used was local, naturally processed, or artificially processed.
I can taste the difference between lard, butter, and margarine.
I can distinguish the distinct flavor of beef, pork, chicken, and fish.
People have different tastes.
This blog features mine.
I pay for all my meals.
I have different criteria for rating a restaurant which you will see at the end of the blog post.
Some I judge on consistency based on the frequency I have been to the restaurant.
Others that I have been to only once, I judge based on the impact of the dishes.
While even still others, I feature based on their notable, memorable, or simply best dishes.
If there's a restaurant that needs to work on something,
I will try to word my sentences as constructively as possible.
However, sometimes the truth hurts which is why I call my blog...
Wolf Bites.
My mom loves sweets. Even the spaghetti she loves is sweet!
My younger brother can't distinguish the difference between beef, pork, and chicken. But does show an appreciation for good food.
While the youngest in our family loves salty, rich well-seasoned dishes but hates the taste of fat.
Then there's me...
There was a time, I tasted chicken that felt off.
It turned out that, it had gone bad.
There was a time, I had tasted badly prepared beef.
I knew there was something wrong.
But still had to eat it because of the company I was with I got sick after that and so did my friend who ate with me.
I can taste the slightest shift in quality in a dish.
I can taste if the kind of cheese they used was local, naturally processed, or artificially processed.
I can taste the difference between lard, butter, and margarine.
I can distinguish the distinct flavor of beef, pork, chicken, and fish.
People have different tastes.
This blog features mine.
I pay for all my meals.
Some I judge on consistency based on the frequency I have been to the restaurant.
Others that I have been to only once, I judge based on the impact of the dishes.
While even still others, I feature based on their notable, memorable, or simply best dishes.
If there's a restaurant that needs to work on something,
I will try to word my sentences as constructively as possible.
However, sometimes the truth hurts which is why I call my blog...
Wolf Bites.
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