Curry Ba Ba - Shiquan Kaohsiung

The Japanese curry, pork chops and prawns all tasted good, with more prawn meat in them. There are steps to eating curry, and the curry rice is completely soaked in curry. It is very distinctive overall.

Curry 88 Kaohsiung Shiquan Store ## Kaohsiung roadside stall: a bowl of braised pork rice in the fireworks world The air in Kaohsiung is filled with the aroma of various foods. In a corner of Shiquan Road, there is always a big pot in front of Lao Huang’s stall. The milky white soup base is bubbling, the noodles are stretching in the boiling water, and various ingredients are neatly arranged on the chopping board. Lao Huang's movements were smooth and fluid, scooping soup, scooping noodles and adding ingredients all in one go. He repeated this seemingly simple action for thirty years. The folding tables and chairs of the noodle stall are already mottled, but they are always clean and tidy. Regular customers find their seats familiarly, and Lao Huang knows what they want to eat without them asking. Ah Ming is a worker at a nearby construction site. He comes here to eat a bowl of rice noodle soup after work every day. After Teacher Lin retired, he always likes to bring his grandson here to eat dry noodles. And Xiaomei, who just got off the night shift, a bowl of plain noodles is her best comfort. I want a bowl of traditional braised pork with sauce and rice cake. Add another egg. 🥰🥰🥰 Lao Huang’s stall witnessed the changes in the city. The high-rise buildings opposite have sprung up, and the shops on the corner have changed again and again, but this small space has remained unchanged. Prices are rising, but Mr. Huang insists on not raising prices. "We're all old neighbors, so it doesn't matter if we earn less." As he said this, he was adding an extra spoonful of braised pork to an old scavenger. The small stalls late at night often show all kinds of human life. Frustrated young people confide their troubles here, and Old Huang silently hands them a bowl of hot soup; travelers on the road stop here to rest, eat a bowl of noodles, and all their fatigue disappears; nearby residents use this place as their living room to chat and gossip. Noodle stalls have become a microcosm of the city, carrying the joys, sorrows, and anger of ordinary people. The sky was turning pale and Lao Huang began to pack up his stall. The folding tables and chairs were put away, the pots and pans were put back in place, and the noodle stall returned to silence. But in the evening, this place becomes lively again, continuing to interpret the urban stories of Kaohsiung. In this city, there are countless roadside stalls like Lao Huang's, which warm up every ordinary day with a bowl of noodles and a portion of braised pork rice. 🖼Restaurant environment: The owner of this restaurant is very interesting and even puts car figurines on display. 🍲Recommended dishes: Rice noodle soup, rice cake, braised pork.