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Beef Noodles and an Artists’ Village

On 11, Apr 2014 | No Comments | In Art & Design, Food, Taiwan, Travel | By kanannie


Yay for Taipei!

It was our last day in Taipei, and we had to complete our foodie tour with one very special dish: Taiwanese beef noodles. So we made our way to Lin Dong Fang (林東芳牛肉麵) with Chienya and Ethan (another friend of ours from New York), plunked ourselves down at a tiny table, ordered bowls of noodles and feasted.


Stirring a pot of delectable beef.




The line for Lin Don Fang.


Chili sauces and spices to add to your bowl. We especially liked the spicy miso paste.


Side dishes.

Since my cold was still hanging around, I really should’ve refrained from getting the large bowl. I really should’ve paced myself. I really should’ve done a lot of things to let my poor stomach rest, but it’s impossible when you’re faced with something so delicious. So while I suffered afterwards, the moment of ingestion was sweet.


Lunch with our buddies.

I was first introduced to beef noodle soup by my roommate, a Taiwanese girl who barely acknowledged my presence when I lived with her in New York years ago, yet micromanaged Chienya and was pretty much our secret tour guide and travel agent from across the ocean. We’ll call her Sweetie because she doesn’t want people to know she has a soft, squishy heart. Sweetie had introduced me to the instant kind of beef noodles that she would bring back from Taiwan with her and even though they were nothing like the real thing, they were still tasty and different and I was hooked. But this was obviously on a whole new level, and I thought fondly of my roommate Sweetie as I inhaled the noodles.

Since the restaurant isn’t the kind of place where you can just hang out post-meal, we moved our butts over to Ice Monster for dessert. It helped that Ethan has a car. I don’t know how we did it, but we managed to stuff down shaved ices. Well, at least the three animals I was with did. Like champs.


Bubble tea-flavored shaved ice.


Mango shaved ice.


Coffee shaved ice.


Leaving his mark on the chalkboard at Ice Monster.

We spent the rest of the afternoon with Roscoe. We had been on a secret mission to find an elusive store in Taipei, and she happened to know the owner. Mission completed.


On our secret mission…

Afterwards, she took us to Treasure Hill Artist Village to check out the art and the quaint little area. Since it wasn’t the weekend, most of the studios and galleries weren’t open to the public, but the building themselves hid little creative nooks and crannies for us to discover.


Treasure Hill Temple, a historic landmark.


Treasure Hill Artist Village entrance.


The old buildings of the village.


These “NO NUKES” signs were everywhere we went.


Art on the side of a house.


Glass and metal work on the roof.


Exploring the narrow alleyways of the village.


“You are so sexy.”


One visual piece.


Steel sculpture.


A photograph. Or is it?


Huge fortune cookies = huge fortune?


Standing on another artist’s piece.

We parted ways in the evening (Roscoe has a busy social schedule) and headed back home to eat in front of the TV (Game of Thrones!) with Chienya and to pack.

As I had predicted, Taipei is definitely underrated. Like Treasure Hill Village, Taiwan itself is full of hidden gems for such a small island nation. Taipei alone captured our hearts and stomachs with the help of all of the local advice we got and we promised ourselves to be back again soon.

Check out our Flickr album for more photos.

Jiufen, Jinguashi and a Seafood Fest
Hanging With Our Peeps In Taipei

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