Sigh. It's just never the same....

You just won't get garlic spinach, or bok choy and mushrooms or clay pot eggplant anywhere else in the world like you would in Shanghai.

And you won't get grauzdini or potatoes with chanterelles anywhere like the ones you get in Latvia.

And well, I don't know if you could get fung like you can get in Angola anywhere else in the world... but I'm not interested either!

Well, I take that back a little bit. I had pretty darn authentic Chinese food in Lubango, Angola (where the Chinese population is one of the fastest growing because they are brought in as cheap labor) and in NYC. That's twice in the 4 years since I left China that I've had REALLY good Chinese food. Sigh.

Living in all kinds of places around the world is fun, and exciting and well, delicious. But it sure makes it sad when after the fact you're like, "Oh, let's go out for (insert favorite restaurant only found in previous country of residence)... oh, never mind..." :(

Sigh.

I even tried to talk to the cook at the Chinese place tonight... but who knows where he actually came from (maybe he's never even been to China! He could just be from here...) and I still couldn't get anything really authentic...