A Taste of Tibet

In my quest to expose the great margarine conspiracy of Indian fare in the Shi Ta area, I have subjected my liver and my wallet to countless disappointments with the faux flavors. A Taste of India, Trust Me Friend, and Totally Tibet lie conspicuously close to each other. The cooks take their smoke breaks in the same alley, have similar flip-flops, and wear the same bemused felon expression on their faces. What dodgy recipe deals are made in those dark back alleys? First of all, every dish you order comes with a certain chemo orange tint that looks like something you'd find at a Chernobyl Psy-Trance party. The conspiracy has moved from the sub-continent to infect Tibetan food. This is nothing short of Culinary Racism.


This bread needs some Viagra


Powdered soup mix (with corn niblets)



Potato dish rivaling pre-Marco Polo European blandness



A salad of cabbage, corn, and some gray goo that is slightly reminiscent of The Fly II. It actually looks like a cubist deconstruction of Borscht disassembled into its atomic constituents. The antithesis of synergy. Save your money, go see Inglorious Basterds. The buttered popcorn will be more authentically Tibetan than anything here.

Taste of Tibet
Behind ShiTa park (key word behind)
NT$500