![]() According to the sign, it's the "best BBQ," and I'm there for the pork. Kau Kau is where I go for Chinese barbecue. And the ID is ideal for wandering around while toastily blazed from a bit of tasty-tasty, discovering new haunts amid the old favorites, munching on and admiring from afar food I can or cannot indulge in. I have become a food appreciator-living vicariously through others' gluten enjoyment or simply filling my eyes (if not my belly) with delicious sights-as much as a foodie. But I've reached the point of acceptance in my relationship with gluten, and the longer I've been off the wheat, the more obsessed I've become with food, all food, including and sometimes especially the stuff I can't eat. ![]() This practice of avoidance is part of the reason I never thoroughly explored my hood while I was living there. I avoided Dim Sum King and its ilk because of dietary restrictions. all things I could not eat.īack then, I was a sad panda: gluten-free and hating it. It opened daily at 6:30 a.m., and I'd often find myself riding the streetcar to work with someone nibbling Chinese doughnuts, or baked coconut and custard buns, or char siu sou (a type of flaky Chinese pastry rolled in sesame seeds and stuffed with barbecue pork), or egg tarts, or footballs (deep-fried wontons stuffed with meat and shaped like a football). In the mornings, there were always yeasty scents wafting through the air from the nearby Dim Sum King. ![]() My biggest regret since moving to Seattle is not eating my way through more of the Chinatown-International District when I was living in the heart of it. ![]()
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