the s.o. & I headed south on Saturday to run some errands and check out a thing or two in Quincy. For lunch we went to Taipei Cuisine in some Quincy neighborhood I’ve never been to before, sort of close to Wollaston Beach. The place’s atmosphere is nice inside, with bustling lunch eaters, hustling staff and live fish tanks all in play. For my spicy dish I opted for the duck with beer sauce in Szechuan style, which was good but not great. Had lots of vegetables, all cooked well and tons of properly cooked, tender duck. But the sauce lacked some depth and zip–it had the requisite chilis and sichuan peppercorns, but was just a little flat. Not bad, tho.
Since I was with my spice hating s.o., we stuck to Taiwanese style for our other two orders. The oyster pancake was pretty nice, good and gummy, lots of oyster, bits of egg. Razor clam and bean curd sheet was also well prepared if a little bland, carefully cut chives and bean curd sheet studded with whole clams.
All in all, the place seems really promising and I want to go again. I’d like to eat more of both sides of the menu. I also want to eat the egg with toona sinensis dish that I had previously seen @rosulate mention on Instagram but that I totally forgot about until afterward. Sigh. Next time!
Went to Seyu Mack Tenn Bakery on the block afterward. The gf seemed to like her purple taro puff, but my egg tart was terrible. Pork bun I got for later seemed mass produced. I generally have low expectations for local Chinese style bakeries, but this one threw under.
Also stopped at Kam Man before lunch, which is a great supermarket/department store with a lot of Asian products. Had fun shopping here, and came away with good Filipino hot sauce and other ancillary items. Totally worth going by, if you’re here. And after lunch we swung out to Marina Bay to get a banh mi at Gaveston Cafe, which I’d never have heard of if not for Hidden Boston. It’s a little place that makes Vietnamese and other sandwiches and the like out near where a lot of people have their boats moored–in the summer I imagine it’s a madhouse, but in February it was nice and deserted and it was fun to stroll around for a bit. The bahn mi was mostly good–a fine, crunchy roll, pickled daikon and carrot, the needed cold cuts and pate. But it really lacked heat, just a couple of measly jalapeno slices. Ah well, that’s maybe what the summer crowd likes.