Part ll Ali watched a serpentine queue outside a ramshackle local restaurant. He had recently moved into a new neighbourhood by the name of Sheung Wan in Hong Kong. He was hungry and wanted to grab a quick meal. But looking at that queue, he felt a sense of intrigue take over his hunger. He…
The tale of the Persian spread with Ali G Studios
The aroma of barbecued chicken and lamb chunks hung deliciously in the air. The restaurant had opened only a few months ago. But the minute Ali stepped into it, he was hit by a gust of nostalgia. LOVEAT read the board, but to him… this wasn’t just a restaurant in the bylanes of Hong Kong….
The tale of the spicy cocktail
She clutched her fists as she entered the room. A soothing background music was playing inside. She could hear her heart beat over the music, remixing it in her mind. She didn’t dare to look up. She was just too scared. Instead, she fixed her gaze at the grey square tiles on the floor, making…
The tale of the International Vodka Day
It was a beautiful Saturday morning. It was the day he had been waiting for. His parents were out of town and he was already excited about his upcoming party. There was a host of things to do: shopping for some frozen starters, paper cutlery and plates, making a playlist to keep the party going…
The tale of the Aperol Spritz @aqua
He tapped his feet with an urgency. There was a current of emotion running through his body, flowing out from his toes. He gritted his teeth as he waited for the verdict. A silence penetrated the air making it stiller than usual. Tick. Tock. The second hand relentlessly rung in his ear, louder than ever…
The tale of the pineapple buns
Part 3 Time stood still. There were days when Virginia thought about home and the pineapple buns she often gorged on while she was in Vancouver. The crispy crust, the moist, warm spongy insides and some sweet memories added to the overall experience of enjoying this tea-time delicacy. So once in a while, she would…
The tale of the beef brisket
Part 2 The answer struck her like a bolt of lightning. “What was I going to do with it? Well, I know.” A look of determination seeped into her eyes as she thought of Plan B. No, she was not going to be just another corporate slave. This was a city of dreams and after…
The tale of the fishballs
Part 1 A 20-something girl from Vancouver finally stepped onto Hong Kong soil. She found an apartment that fit herself and her suitcase down Nathan Road and worked as an HR assistant at a reputed organisation. Every other day, she found herself walking down to 48 Pitt Street, Yau Ma Tei. She stood by the…
When we read together…
I have never written anything other than a story on this page. But today, I want to invite you to my series of live readings with http://www.readingsintheshed.com We will be reading a short story live on Instagram. This time around it is a beautiful story written by Roald Dahl called Taste. It’s time we recognise…
The tale of the wok @nomads
She sat by her office window, aimlessly looking out, trying to find answers. Little did she know that the answers lay within. And then, something struck her like a bolt of lightning. She quickly looked up a list of old-age homes and planned visits to all of them. She was determined to make it happen….
The Tasting Tales® 