Hello, everyone! Today I went over to:


BAOHAUS is a fun little restaurant that serves up hot bao, or steamed Chinese-style bread with yummy food sandwiched in it. It’s located in New York City, and if you do a quick Google search you’ll find that it’s got a lot of what the hip kids these days call “clout.”

Here’s the scenery that awaits you when you walk inside:


It’s got a street-style vibe (and plenty of rap music blasting in the background) along with a visible kitchen where you can see them frying up some fresh chicken. YUM!

I ordered two different kids of bao-–one Birdhaus, which is a chicken bao, and one Chairman, which is a pork bao. Official menu descriptions below.

Anyway, those go for $4.55, $4.05, and $3.95, respectively, which is a bit pricey considering it takes at least 3 or 4 bao to fill you up. Eh. I also got a jelly lemonade, which is basically pieces of lemon jelly suspended in cold lemonade.
obligatory food pic.

Here you’ll see my chicken bao in the front, with the pork bao hanging out sneakily in the back. Ai-Yu jelly lemonade on the side.


First impressions: you don’t really get to the sauce until the last three bites of the dang thing, which hurts my soul. The Birdhaus was surprisingly a bit sweet, which worked really well. The pork was *very* fatty, so much so that I had to lop off a good chunk of pork fat to get to the meat. But if it’s piping hot, I think eating the fatty parts would also go really well with the bao flavor.


All in all? BAOHAUS is great for a cheap midnight snack (it’s open until 3AM on weekends!) but maybe not if you’re starving for lunch.



hello to anyone reading this if there’s anyone at all

I’ve decided to start a food blog because I have SO MUCH to say about food. You really wouldn’t believe it.

But I digress. Hi, my name is Mini, and I’m 18 years old. I’m currently in my first year of college. I’ve always liked food (who doesn’t?) but maybe just a tad more than other people. I grew up in a family that wasn’t very warm, but the one thing that brought our family together around a table together was food.

My grandma is an amazing cook. Like, really. She churns out more dishes in two hours than I can eat in three days, and they’re all so delicious. During wintertime, even though it’s freezing in the house, she’s always in the kitchen. Once, while helping her slice burdock root, I asked her why she loved to cook so much. She laughed. She said that it filled her with happiness to know that her family was growing and coming together because of food that she made. And that made everything worth it for her, even washing burdock in freezing water until her hands turned red.

Realizing this was what started my love for food as a powerful tool for love and bringing people together. Food is made of love, any kind of food. It doesn’t matter if it’s a little burnt, or if you’re lazy so you cheated and used a packet of noodles instead of fresh ones. Who cares? It’s the feelings injected into the dish that matter.

My goal through this blog is to grow as a person, and to appreciate food in all its forms. Food is amazing, and it tastes so good, but it’s more than just, well, food. It’s love.