The first night, we accidentally found ourselves at the hotel‘s American Food festival.
I should have known this wasn’t a good idea when noted that Michigan had merged with one of the Great Lakes on my placemat.
Thing is, morbid curiousity had fully taken over, leaving reason miles behind.
Quite accurately, the meal kicked off with a sizable salad bar.
It was definitely festive, though!
Taiwan has wonderful fresh fruit. I suppose I didn’t need to have both a vegetable salad and a huge fruit salad before dinner, but I can’t deny my own nature.
For an entree, I ordered the steak. It was mammoth.
Looking at the northern Midwest, as it typically looks in exhibit A, one can see how the Lake Michigan seperates Michigan and Wisconsin.
I believe that all this giant meat being shuffled around in Kending is affecting their antipodal friends in the American Midwest, merging Michigan, that bit of Wisconsin that sticks out, and Lakes Michigan and Superior. (Exhibit B)
Despite being frequently teased for my appetite, I managed to eat about a third of the steak because I had been a bit ambitious at the previously mentioned salad bar.
Our waitress was extremely concerned by my failure to eat more of the steak, and despite my genuine efforts to reassure her that I had enjoyed it, I’m not sure she really believed me.
Given that the Taiwanese are not a large people, nor are the Japanese who are frequent tourists to Kending and the Kenting Park, I couldn’t help but wonder if my culture’s stereotype of being a people who approach eating with the zeal of sumo wrestlers in training had been taken very literally.
Really, though, I just hope it all works out for Lake Michigan.