One of my favorite places in this world is the Taiwanese night markets. They have the smallest “restaurants” I have ever experienced. Each “restaurant” takes up no more than a small square of space, typically out in the open, on the street, one next to another tightly packed. There is usually a table with whatever is needed to either display or cook the food. Usually one person is behind the table. Some have sitting areas and some don’t. The food, everything, is authentic, tasty, and cheap. My favorite dishes are oyster pancake, tofu and peanuts dessert soup, minced pork on rice, and stinky tofu. Many locals can stroll and eat the night away. It’s similar to bar-hopping except this is stand-hopping. On this special day with my cousin Chao, we made it to five. How many stops do you think you can stomach?