When I was in Taipei, the amount of food I consumed at work was directly proportional to my productivity(or more like kilos on the scales). Lunch break was delightful and a lot more anticipated.
Strolling along the streets and alleys of Taipei, it was hard to not give in to all the gastronomic temptations. Unlike the food culture in the West, Taiwanese tends to graze and nibble a lot.
Another day began with the whirring of motorcycle and car engines. At the corner of the street, the business of the little eatery was rolling. The front of the shop looked misty from the rising steam of big bamboo steamers. Batches of dumplings and assorted buns, called bao, were ready for the early risers and wage earners. Slowly but not quietly, Taipei City awakened in a smother of mid-summer heat.