Street Food in Tainan

      The five of us were walking down the road like a row of ducklings down a narrow road. The sun blazed on us as we shuffled past a long line of people waiting for some delicious street treat (who knows what), and avoided the motorcycles zooming past on the right. Above spanned the multitude of advertisements for wares and goods (who knows what) in those mysterious Chinese characters. 

        My mother and father-in-law are looking for a place to eat. Food surrounds us, the choices are endless. We cross the road to turn onto the next street and stopped at a restaurant with no front wall or door. Everything here appears grey; the stainless steel cupboards, counters, stove, refrigerator, the stony floor, the canopy above, and the asphalt road outside. Only the two workers behind the counter seem to add color to the scene with their brown skin, black hair, and blue or pink t-shirts and the essential Asian piece de resistance - their light blue face masks.