Continuing what is apparently my oriental week, I once more dove deep into the wonderful world of buns. This time, at this small and very crowded Soho restaurant called BAO.
As is usual with “No Reservation” joints, there was an impressive queue, so it helps that I was on my own, which meant I could bypass the queue (so long, suckers!) and sit in a stool. And off I went, and ordered, among other things, the Classic.
Like holding a cloud from the sky and putting some pork, greens, peanuts and coriander inside, this fascinating little snack was certainly delicious. I’ve had many a bun in my time (including some a few weeks back) and it never ceases to amaze me how weird it feels to eat these things.
But weird and good can go together, and in Bao’s case, they certainly do. Add to the fact that the place is really cool, cheap and simple, and we have another Soho winner.
Slimy? Just look at all those peanut crumbles. Of course you’ll leave a mess. I did.
Satisfying? Eating clouds is not possible. But if it were, it would taste like this. Heavenly.