Wistaria Tea House (紫藤廬)

I’AM sipping tea where scholars and intellectuals tried to shape a new Taiwan and forge democracy during Chiang Kai Shek’s murderous White Terror period. A place which became a secret meeting venue for political dissidents and avant-garde artists during the brutal crackdown after Taiwan’s  pro-democracy Kaohsiung Incident in 1979. A house which was a setting for Ang Lee’s Eat, Drink, Man, Women. Taipei’s Wistaria Tea House (紫藤廬) is a monument to Taiwan’s history.

Outside the sky is grey and the wind is whistling through the tall and proud bamboo in the garden. Bright orange koi dance in the pond oblivious to the gale and the elements that have been battering me on my walk through Taipei’s DaAn district. I have escaped into the warmth of Wistaria Tea House’s wooden interior which is embracing me  the way a mother does to a child during a storm. I’m safe from the wind, rain and Taipei traffic. I am in another world.

Taiwan tea houses are places to reflect alone or enjoy the company of friends while slowly spending hours consuming some of the world’s best teas (Taiwan produces the best oolong and green teas in the world with the teas from Alishan fetching incredibly high prices).

Wistaria Tea House is one of Taipei’s official historical sites and you can’t appreciate it unless you know some of its history and how it is intertwined with the recent history of the Taiwanese struggle for democracy. The home was built in 1921 and up to 1945 it was an official residence of the Governor-General of Taiwan during Japanese rule. From the 1950s, owner Professor Chou Te-wei (周德偉) an acclaimed economist of the period and a group of leading academics met there regularly to discuss, study and promote western liberalism in Taiwan. Together, this group published Free China (自由中國), a newspaper that advocated liberalism and which was sharply critical of the ruling Chinese Nationalist Party or Kuomintung (KMT). In the late 1970s Chou’s son, the intellectual and political dissident Chou Yu (周渝), became the custodian of the property and transformed it into a cultural space for avant-guard artists, social activists and the like. After the Kaoshiung Incident in 1979 when the KMT violently suppressed a pro-democracy protest, Chou took an active role in the opposition movement, circulating flyers on the streets, supporting political prisoners and their families and posting protest placards near his house on what became known as the democracy wall. In 1981, Chou turned the house into the present day Wistaria Tea House, and because of Chou’s activism, Wistaria Tea House served as a meeting place for political dissidents against the one-party KMT that had controlled the island since it landed in 1949 and imposed a 38-year period of oppressive martial law (known as the White Terror) which was only lifted in 1987 and making it the longest continuous period of martial law imposed in the world. During this time thousands of Taiwanese were arrested, tortured, imprisoned and executed for their real or perceived opposition to the KMT. Taiwan now has democracy and while some of Chou’s comrades have made names for themselves in Taiwan politics, Chou Yu is now devoted to educating, reviving and preserving Taiwan’s tea culture.

Wooden floors, dark woods, soft classical Chinese music, dimmed lamps and artwork
great the guests. Once inside you have choice of sitting in the tamatai mat room or at a wooden table in the main room of the house (where scenes from Eat, Drink, Man
Woman
were filmed).

I sat in the main room. If you indicate to the staff that you are to order tea a kerosene water boiler to the side of your table will be lit and a glass kettle placed on it – gently warming the water while you can study the tea menu. This set up with
side kettles, standard in any Taiwan teahouse, will be refilled when empty, usually for an extra, but small, water fee. That’s the wonderful thing about visiting a Taiwan tea house, you can stay as long as you like, any tea that is not consumed is put in a tea canister for you to take home.

The tea menu is extensive and proudly feature Taiwan’s best teas. You can enjoy one cup of tea, buy a small portion of tea for a tea ceremony or buy a packet of tea (any unused tea is yours to take home). Oolong and green tea are prominent and aficionados can order aged and cellared teas – such as the 60-year-old Sun Yi Sun Liu An tea (which resembles a puerh tea and is believed to have medicinal qualities) some of which are the most expensive on the list (ranging from NT$1000 for a personal pot to NT$3000 for a large pot (12 grams)), and the Aged Winter Ding Dong Oolong from 1943 (up to NT$40,000). A small variety of tea snacks are also available such as green bean cakes and other morsels. I ordered a portion of the Lee Mountain Early Morning oolong (NT$330) which is harvested on Central Taiwan’s Lee Mountain and the date and walnut slices (NT$80) as a tea snack.

The assistant brought the typical Taiwan tea set – a dark wooden tray with a cloth liner and featuring the usual array of tea implements: small Yixing clay teapot, sniffer cup, drinking cup, chahai (decanter), wooden spoon, tea pick, warming bowl, and the portion of the sweet smelling beads  of oolong.

There is a certain ceremony one must perform to get the best out of your tea in Taiwan (based on the Gongfu cha method). Thankfully I learnt this ceremony during a previous visit to a Taiwan teahouse years before but the staff are happy to show you (as it is to be repeated after every third to sixth steeping depending on the variety and quality of tea).

The Taiwan tea ceremony has many steps but you won’t do anything wrong if you follow these simplified steps:

  1. Boil water on the side burner.
  2. Rinse the Yixing teapot with hot water (usually using some of the boiled water from the side kettle.
  3. Fill the teapot with tea leaves up to one third of the height of the pot.
  4. Rinse the tea leaves by filling the pot with hot water up to half full and draining the water immediately leaving only tea leaves behind. (This step, and all subsequent steps involving pouring water, should be performed in a large bowl to catch any overflow).
  5. Pour more hot water into the Yixing teapot, replace lid, and pour water over the teapot in the large bowl. Bubbles should not be allowed to form in the teapot. The infusion should not be steeped for too long: 30 seconds is an appropriate maximum.
  6. Pour the first infusion into small serving cups within a minute by continuously moving the teapot around over the cups. Each cup of tea is expected to have the same flavour, aroma and colour. The nature of this procedure almost mandates the use of some form of drip tray to catch further spillage.
  7. Pour excess tea from the first infusion, and all tea from further infusions, into a chahai (decanter) after steeping so as to maintain consistency in flavour for subsequent cups. It is possible to draw five or six good infusions from a single pot of tea, but subsequent infusions must be extended somewhat in duration to extract maximum flavour: the second infusion extended by approximately 10 seconds to 40seconds, the third extended to 45, etc.

Onlong tea is better prepared in a clay pot, and green tea in a porcelain tea pot, as a clay pot has pores that can absorb the tea flavor.

My oolong was light straw in colour with a soft honey scent (not as powerfully robust or woody as some of the oolongs I have had). The tea had a typical herbal/fruity oolong flavour with a subtle nougat tones. I am, however, normally partial to a strong and robust oolong – something with some extra kick would have been more my style but nonetheless it was an enjoyable brew to reflect and relax in such warm and wonderful surroundings.

Quality oolong can be brewed several times from the same
leaves and, unlike other teas, it improves with reuse (usually
the third and fourth steeping are the best) and I discarded my leaves after the fifth steeping. The date and walnut slices were sweet but not overpowering therefore not  interfering too much from the enjoyment of the tea.

Pondering and reflecting for close to two hours I finished my portion of tea and ventured back into the dark skies of Taipei.

The verdict: A sophisticated tea house which provides the perfect atmosphere and introduction to those who want to experience the Taiwan tea ritual in an old Taipei treasure steeped in history.

What: Wistaria Tea House (紫藤廬) No. 1, Lane 16, Sec. 3, Xinsheng S. Road, Da-an  District, Taipei 106, Taiwan. Tea service 10am to 11.30pm; Lunch 11.30am to 2pm; Dinner 5.30pm to 8pm.

Ate (drank) there: 15 November 2010.

Note: NT$1 = A$0.30 and $US 0.30.

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British Airways, chicken curry and the Mile High Club

PLASTIC and aluminum everywhere. A BA chicken curry with rice. And wow, a Halal banana cake with an expiry date of 29 March 2011 (!) that contains “variety loaf mix”. What the Hell is that? It sure ain’t a Middle Eastern ingredient.

Should I’ve gone for the pasta option? No way! I’m heading for Asia, baby, and that’s the “special meal” for all the POMs and sun-starred Aussies on board this BA flight. I made the right choice (and so did the 20 or so French school students on board). Trust the sophisticated French. Even at the age of 15 they know not to have the pasta option (including the little Frog behind me that kept kicking my seat for eight hours). They get it. Even at their young age. It’s about the flavour.

It was a challenging meal. Especially when the middle-aged French lady seating next to (with her Edith Piaf sophistication) suddenly had to get up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the meal service. She slid across me and seductively brushed against me while I skillfully balanced the entire contents of my tray with one hand (which was nothing short of miraculous as it was the tightest space I have ever sat in on a plane). Then came the “merci” and devilish smile (was that the signal for that mile high thingy???).

Gulp! Take a sip of Grolsch.

She was gone for what seemed an eternity.

A BA hostee suddenly appeared with another can of Grolsch for no reason before I had even taken a second sip from the first one. Why? Why, nice pleasant aging hostee? (Is that the “see you aft of the cabin when the lights go off” signal?).

Gulp. Take another sip of Grolsch.

Oh my God, hostee! What are you doing to me?! Isn’t that my third beer? I’m starting to feel heady like a schoolie on my way to Bali on my first overseas trip (and shit, there are teenage French school kids on board!).

Gulp! Take another sip of Grolsch.

Two hours down, seven more hours to go.

I’m starting to think what the return trip will be like. Now I know why it’s called cattle class.

Bring on Bangkok, my second home. Som tam. Moo bhing. Freshly-squeezed lime juice.

Please, no more Grolsch.

The verdict: The Grolsch and Aussie Western Star butter were exceptional. The chicken was covered in a thick and concentrated tikka-style paste – a bit overbearing and salty (but at least it has spice and flavor, unlike the bland pasta option). Thank God for the company of Stevie Ray Vaughn, Miles Davis, Bruce Springsteen and Anthony Bourdain, my noise-canceling headphones, Absolutely Famous, (and even you, you sophisticated middle-aged, bottle-blonde French lady with the bladder problem). Oh, and the third can of Grolsch.

What: BA 10 to Bangkok (from Sydney). Mediocre airplane food, not an English beer in sight (why all the Dutch beer??). Delusions of middle-aged women and Mile High clubs.

Where: 38,000 feet above the Great Artesan Basin (slightly east of Alice Springs). Time to destination: 6:48 hours. Distance to destination 3674 miles. Air speed 552 miles (sorry, no metric, we’re British Airways).

When: 11 November 2010.

Post script: I went aft when the lights went down. No one was there. The Mile High Club is a myth.

Apologies to regular The Hungry Bon Vivant subscribers. Grolsch and rarefied air do not mix.

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Jasmins

LAKEMBA gets an undeserved bad rap in Sydney. This predominately Islamic neighbourhood in Sydney’s south-west does have its share of youth problems and there can be the odd (yet very rare) act of physical tomfoolery (almost always involving unscrupulous youths against other unscrupulous youths), but generally, it’s a quiet, welcoming and respectable community (a best mate’s father lives there).

It is also home to some of the best Middle Eastern food that you can find east of Aleppo (or Damascus and Beirut). Walking along the main street (Haldon Street) you will come across Middle Eastern grocers and butchers, sweet shops and hole-in-the-wall manosha (Arabic pizza) and kebab places. Not only is Lakemba Sydney’s epicentre for Middle Eastern food but as it is an Islamic neighbourhood there are Indonesian, Sumatran, Bangladeshi and even Christmas & Coccos Islands restaurants – all serving Halal food (and some home comforts) to hungry residents.

It is also the home of Jasmins where you can feed two for about $20 and still have food left at the table.

I was recommended Jasmins by that aforementioned best friend of mine whose family hail from Aleppo in northern Syria. Aleppo is known as the gastronomic capital of the Middle East – if you think of any type of Middle Eastern dish it more than likely hailed from Aleppo or was finessed in Aleppo. Why? Because it was at the end of the Silk Road and Aleppo had the best of both worlds – it was exposed to traders arriving and bringing their wares and it was able to influence those same traders who took the culinary delights they discovered in Aleppo back to places like Turkey and China. So, if a Syrian from Aleppo recommends a restaurant then it should be good.

You could forgive yourself thinking that you were entering a Hamum than a restaurant. The walls at Jasmins are lined with polished sheets of granite with masterfully and colorfully painted reliefs depicting scenes of citadels and ports. The ceiling features gilt-coloured inlaid domes with down lights. The tables are of black heavy marble-like stone set with aluminium cafe-style chairs.

Jasmins gets packed. There is a steady line of  locals but tables turn over at regular and quick  intervals – it’s a place to eat, not linger. There also is a dominant take-away crowd who jostle in between the tables to get their orders in and jostle back laden with their feed in only minutes. Take note: no alcohol is allowed on the premises (soft drinks and juices are available from the fridge).

The menu offers individual dishes or combination platters (a bit of most favourites). The menu has the Middle Eastern staples: foule (broad beans); fatah (chick peas, pine nuts and yoghurt); homous; tabouli; kuftah; shish kebab; sausages (filled with minced lamb and pine nuts); grilled chicken, kebeh and falafel (among a few). Prices are surprising low – $6 for vegetarian, $9 for meat and the platters range from $10 to $13.

Once you order out comes a basket full of unleavened bread and a plate of mezes consisting of pickled cucumber slices and chili, olives, tomatoes, torshi lift (pink-coloured pickled turnip), onion, fresh mint and dished of harissa and one of the best toum I have tasted. Toum is that wonderful light emulsion of minced garlic and olive oil (it’s like aioli). At Jasmins it is creamy, fluffy and airy like a mousse. This one is not too overpowering or overbearing and is used sparingly to liven up char-grilled meats. Divine.

You don’t have to wait too long for the food to arrive at Jasmins and it is food to share.

The first plate was full of char-grilled slices of chicken ($9). It’s good – juicy and tender with a nice charcoal char flavour through it. Grab a triangle of unleavened bread, smear some harrisa and toum on it, heap on some chicken and add some pickles and mint, wrap and eat. It doesn’t get that simple or better (and it is an ideal dish for kids).

Almost immediately the mixed plate ($13) arrived. The plate is ideal if you want to sample the menu. It consisted of two falafel, a kibbeh, a piece of char-grilled chicken, a kuftah, some pieces of shish kebab, puddles of homous and baba ghanoush and tabouli.

I have to start with the falafel – they would have to be the best I have tasted anywhere. Firm, crisp and crunchy on the outside yet light and moist inside. They are seriously, seriously good. The lamb shish kebab is tender and again has that wonderful char flavour to it (as does the piece of char-grilled chicken). The long rolled piece of spiced lamb kuftah is magical – grilled finger of minced lamb blended with sweet spices. Kebbeh is possibly the most famous of dishes in Syria (and yes, it originated in Aleppo). This egg-shaped morsel has a shell made out of ground bulghur and filled with minced lamb which has an array of sweet spices added to it (like allspice, cumin and cinnamon). It is then lightly fried so you have a firm and crisp shell embracing the meat filling. Jasmin makes it well. I’m not let down by the dips and the tabouli – these are dishes that must be done well or they will destroy the meal (and a restaurant), as, like with the chicken, you can combine these with your meats in the bread. The two dips are excellent – they are smooth and packed full of flavour. The tabouli has a mountain of parsley and unlike variations that you get elsewhere (greasy kebab shops or supermarkets) it is dressed properly – not too much lemon juice or oil – the freshly chopped ingredients are the heroes here and don’t need to be disguised.

With a tummy on the brink of bursting it was hard not to stop eating with so much good food around and, alas, a couple of pieces of grilled chicken (albeit small), were left on the plate. I paid the bill and picked up some takeaway tabouli (I can’t make it for the price and could never replicate its greatness) for something light for dinner but also to keep alive the memory of Jasmins.

The verdict: The food is fresh, fast, cheap and plentiful. Welcoming (yet the place can get a bit fast and furious). Wonderful Arab hospitality and they would be insulted if you left without a full belly. By far the best falafel outside of Aleppo (no kidding).

What: Jasmins, 30B Haldon Street, Lakemba NSW 2195. Phone (02) 9740-3589.

Ate there: 23 October 2010.

Tip: If you want dessert it is only a short drive to El Rabieh at 769A Punchbowl Road at Punchbowl where you can divulge in Middle Eastern sweet pastries (and buy kilograms of it if you like), or lick on an array of refreshing ice creams from $3.50 (all flavoured with a hint of rosewater). Try the pistachio (with pistachio chunks) and raspberry. Get a look at those wonderful (and natural) colours in the photo.


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