18 March 2012
American diner
I set out for another night market. It was further to get to than I thought, but I got there eventaully. It was also starting to rain a bit. Surprisingly, some things seemed to be shut on a Sunday night.
After perusing the night market for a while, it got increasingly busy and hard to move, so I headed off with another Chatime, mango green tea with coconut jelly. Best way to navigate is by Taipei 101, which means I often end up there.
I found another good place to eat near it, so you can look forward to more pictures of it in one of my 2 remaining days. Too bad I had already eaten this evening.
Making sure I kept my bearings in relation to a landmark.
Theres thousands of kitten shops in and around this area. Kittens are engaged in an epic death match, but its kind of hard to take a photo of that.
The nightmarket. Not really appreciable in the photos but the strings of lights above have some sort of supercomputer program controlling them to pulsate and move in waves to leave you epileptic.
A sudden (but brief) downpour meant I had to find dinner nearby. I had beef noodle last night, and things on sticks were out as it was raining and I needed a sit down. A nearby 'Authentic San Francisco Diner' got my business. First course a salad, complete with bacon and croutons.
Second course, mushroom burger. It was pretty great! So were the chips with the skin left on.
Dessert was excellent tiramisu. Along with the drink which the girl insisted should be beer, this cost $7.
I had to switch to Mandarin to convince her I didnt want a giant beer (Wo bu tsee wan peggio). All Chinese tutorials teach you how to say I want a beer and I dont like Chilli.
I just flip the two around and I am all set.
A glowing waterfall shaped like a pyramid? Well of course I will take a long exposure.
Ditto for an overpass.
This band had screaming fans. Unfortunately they were not good. It wasnt too bad when it was just the singer and they keyboard player, but once the guitar guy had finished combing his hair he decided to do some improv with they keyboard player.
They never did work out which key they were in.
As far as trainwrecks go, this was closer to Super 8 than The Fugitive.