Lí hó Nauts!

They say there’s nothing like a little home cooking. And for one of our most loyal members, that means the ROC — that little island with the strait named after it. You know, that part of China that’s not really China but sorta is? For this dinner, we have to thank the lovely Amie Lin for coming to us with the oyster pancakes and duck tongues (mind the bone) she was raised on.

But here’s the problem with nostalgia — it doesn’t always translate. Case in point: stinky fried tofu. Now, as I’m sure most of you know, this is late-night Taiwanese street food at it’s best, and worst. They say it smells like manure or rotting flesh, which might be acceptable — if it tasted good. Which it doesn’t. (Ask Curtiss.)

But Amie begs to differ. (And, heaps scorn on Curtiss.) But as an inducement to win people over to her stinky side, she’s helped us pick another eight spectacular dishes to round out this feast — from fowl to mollusks, pig to poop tube. It should be a fantastic meal. So RSVP fast and don’t miss this one.