Night-Noodle Markets. How we all sucked

What is long, wet, and drips down your chin?
Noodles!
The Melbourne Night Noodle Market is now over, and if you missed out, this blog is going to have you slapping your thigh in frustration and hopefully leave your mouth watering with the sensation of chilli. And lime. And cider and icecream.




How do you drown a Hipster?

In the mainstream. 

I'm not sure if there were many authentic hipsters there (but really, classifying an authentic hipster is about as easy as counting the shag in a shag-pile bathmat) but I realised how lucky I am to live in such a hive of a city with many a different buzz..... and from the look of the people there; a whole lot 'a honey. It was like being at a music festival, people were sitting around drinking, laughing, wearing flowing dresses, hats and boss boots. It was a photo-bomber's fantasy as there were selfies and hashtags flying around every group we passed, and a nut-allergists' nightmare with all the satay chicken skewers, chicken cashew and kung pao shrimp.

The Danes have a phrase "madglad" (pronounced "mell glell") which means food happy, or happy for food. That was us. It was everyone. The atmosphere was scented with people getting to know each other better and feeling that frisky buzz summer brings. The heated evening air stirred with the heat coming from the various woks and steam baskets, simmered smiles amongst the chili-infused chats. What's more the atmospheric lanterns and fairy lights made it feel like it was out of a movie rather than a park by the Yarra. 

I met some fantastic people who's banter was as good as the pork buns and were prawn-cracker-crack-up hilarious. What's more they joined in the "I've eaten too much chili and have pho and slobber on my chin" dance, because eating a pho, laksa or soup with lots of chili is like a meal, facial and workout in one. You are left full, sweating and have had your face in steam for about 30 mins. Makes a great reason to find more drinks and consume them like a monkey. (note the high elbow and thumb wrap)





Sometimes, in our fast paced- no carbs after five- no cider on a school night- no sitting on the ground and not abiding by the 10-second-rule world; we need Noodles. Whether you are a Mi-goreng, Maggi or My Thai man, these wet long stringy things remind us that it is ok to suck. 

Suck up your noodles I mean.