Food delights at Ding Tai Fung in Taiwan

It was a day where we got to enjoy ourselves some nice delicious food at Ding Tai Fung in Taipei. Every where we traveled in Asia, we would love to try and see if there was any sort of difference in restaurants for the popular brand like Ding Tai Fung as it would be prepared by different chefs. So, we got to experience the famous Xiao Long Bao here in Taipei.

Xiao Long Bao
Xiao Long Bao
Pork Chop
Fried Rice
Prawn Dumplings
Ding Tai Fung Entrance
More orders for Xiao Long Bao
Xiao Long Bao more orders
Additional Fried Rice
Additional Pork Chop
Additional Prawn Dumplings

Well, that’s all for today’s article about our adventure at Ding Tai Fung with all the food delights! We always love the Xiao Long Bao from Ding Tai Fung and so we must try whenever we visit this restaurant. Have you been to Taipei and experience the same thing at Ding Tai Fung? If yes, then please kindly share your experience with your comments here as we love to hear them.

Baked beans joke

My experience with beans

COMMON TESTS are like here… which means I’m like super duper whooper busy. So even if I do update, it’ll probably be jokes or something I read in the mail. So anyway, I received this mail quite long ago. But the joke is simply hilarious. I couldn’t stop laughing when I finished reading it! So read it all the way through, no cheating!

One day I met a sweet gentleman and fell in love. When it became apparent that we would marry, I made the supreme sacrifice and gave up beans.

Some months later, on my birthday, my car broke down on the way home from work. Since I lived in the countryside I called my husband and told him that I would be late because I had to walk home. On my way, I passed by a small diner and the odor of baked beans was more than I could stand. With miles to walk, I figured that I would walk off any ill effects by the time I reached home, so I stopped at the diner and before I knew it, I had consumed three large orders of baked beans. All the way home, I made sure that I released all the gas.

Upon my arrival, my husband seemed excited to see! me and exclaimed delightedly: ‘Darling I have a surprise for dinner tonight.’

He then blindfolded me and led me to my chair at the dinner table. I took a seat and just as he was about to remove my blindfold, the telephone rang. He made me promise not to touch the blindfold until he returned and went
to answer the call.

The baked beans I had consumed were still affecting me and the pressure was becoming most unbearable, so while my husband was out of the room I seized the opportunity, shifted my weight to one leg and let one go. It was not only loud, but it smelled like a fertilizer truck running over a skunk in front of a pulpwood mill. I took my napkin from my lap and fanned the air around me vigorously.

Then, shifting to the other cheek, I ripped off three more. The stink was worse than cooked cabbage.

Keeping my ears carefully tuned to the conversation in the other room, I went on like this for another few minutes.
The pleasure was indescribable. When eventually the telephone farewells signaled the end of my freedom, I quickly fanned the air a few more times with my napkin, placed it on my lap and folded my hands back on it feeling very relieved and pleased with myself.

My face must have been the picture of innocence when my husband returned, apologizing for taking so long. He asked me if I had peeked through the blindfold, and I assured him I had not.

At this point, he removed the blindfold, and twelve dinner guests seated around the table chorused: ‘Happy Birthday!’

I fainted!!!!!!!!!!!!!!