Tag Archives: The Opaque Dancer

Korean Grill House

Dinner with the Opaque Dancer, as those evenings draw to a close. We met at the foot of my building and go for KBBQ, something she’s never had, but she assured me she was very hungry. we shall see. Throughout the hurricane of touting fire and slightly charred metal, we chat and swap stories from …

Otto’s Berlin Döner

Currywurst for me comes from my time in Vienna: a hearty street meat sausage, sliced, juicy and steaming, semmelbrot beside, dusted with curry powder. I have to presume they do this dish different in Berlin, as what arrived to the Opaque Dancer and I was a box loaded with stringy fries and a sausage covered …

Bite-Sized: Swatow

11pm and every table’s full as the Opaque Dancer and I sit down to eat. Thick chow mein noodles tossed and browned in soy. Three seafood (scallops, shrimp, squid spirals) and veggies, broccoli predominantly. Scrubbed-clean metal pots of steaming jasmine tea. Just what you need on a cold night.

The Pomegranate

The Opaque Dancer coaxed me toward a Persian meal, a cuisine I haven’t much experienced. Being more eurotrash than I would generally appear, my knowledge of middle eastern food is limited to Paramount, Arz bakery north-east in the city, and forays into Iranian bakeries that I wander past every so often. It was hard for …

An Unmemory of Food

The Opaque Dancer laughed as she reached for the sweating bottle. While the dark glass was covered only in a label tattered by years of handling, its birth of icy water cut the giggle from her lips. It had been my father’s suggestion, decades back, to keep a glass bottle of water in the coldest …