Like most other Taiwanese Americans, I love food. But I hate fusion cuisine. The term implies something equally Asian and Western, but have you ever been to a Wolfgang Puck’s, perhaps at an airport? Beyond the superficial addition of some exotic ingredient to some random dish we could find at Applebee’s, there’s nothing Asian about it. Tuna with Miso Sauce? Meh. Wasabi Mashed Potatoes? No thanks. Taste aside, these dishes represent another Western appropriation of Asian culture…food created for non-Asians, by non-Asians.
True fusion cuisine wouldn’t only be a culinary experience, but a cultural one as well. As a Taiwanese American, I’m used to tension between the culture of my ancestors and the culture of here and now. My eating habits are no different. I love my cheap immigrant-filled holes-in-the-wall, with names like Super Lucky Prosperity 88 Dumpling Fortune. Yet I also love New American food trends of free-range meats, local sourcing, and sustainability, typically served in cleaner, pricier restaurants you might bring a date to. Why can’t I have it both ways?
Good stories always seem to come full circle. After going to college, working in journalism, finishing law school, quitting his job as an attorney and founding a graphic tee company, Eddie ended up opening a restaurant of his own. “Just doing what I want,” he says.
Eddie says his food is partly inspired by other members of our Asian American community. “I think ABDC [America’s Best Dance Crew] is awesome! I think it’s one of the best platforms for Asian people. We’re not all doctors and lawyers anymore. We’re creative! We kill at break dancing. We have our own flair. We have our own style. Those kids bring their own personality, their own background. I want to do that, but with food.”
Eddie believes that in addition to media such as ABDC, one of the primary ways non-Asians experience our culture is through food, usually through takeout, a Chinatown restaurant or even Panda Express. Therefore, confronting “the box” of stereotypes and perceptions non-Asians have of Asian Americans became one of Eddie’s motivating factors behind opening this restaurant.
“I think with Asian stuff, people have this feeling that we could sell white people any dog shit that we want and they’d buy it. But I think we should stay true to what is good, because they [non-Asians] will eat it. If you give them good food, they will eat it. No gimmicky shit, no Sriracha.”
At BaoHaus, Asian American fusion goes beyond wall decorations and menu humor. No MSG. No color-treated meats. Many of the ingredients are traceable to their source (Niman Ranch, Creekstone Farms). There’s a focus on energy efficiency, friendly to both earth and operating costs. The recipes aren’t merely Asian-inspired; they ARE Asian, with the creative addition of ingredients such as Cherry Coke. Eat it, Wolfgang Puck!
“I don’t play into their stupid assumptions about Asian food. If we want white people to understand what we’re doing, we have to educate them. So the food is like how I’d eat at home. And they’re coming around to it.”
As am I. A Straight Frush comprising three gua bao stands steaming before me. The aromas of free-range pork belly, Angus skirt steak, and fried tofu mingle. My mouth waters, and I struggle to restrain myself from digging in before the food can be photographed.
Onto the Haus Bao. Skirt steak, really? My brain thinks so, but my heart pleads otherwise. The tender, juicy meat is instantly reminiscent of the great Braised Pork Shoulder dishes served in Chinatown. Memories of hearty feasts surrounded by friends and family flood the senses. It doesn’t just taste good; it feels good.
I could go on and on, so I will. The vegetarian Uncle Jesse is a delightful textural contrast between the sizzling-crisp tofu skin and the white softness underneath. The canned juices (I chose guava) are the perfect choice to wash down the taste of pork fat, if you’d wish such a heresy. The sweet Bao Fries are culinary genius, made not with potatoes but with strips of Bao dough and served with a black sesame sauce. The smell of boiled peanuts reminds me of my ancestral home in Central Taiwan.
“It’s not just about food,” Eddie says, temporarily snapping me out of my reverie. “I want to show everyone that this is who we are. My whole life, that was my goal. But Asian people are understood through their food. They [non-Asians] consume Asian culture by eating our food. But now I’m attaching these other things that we’re all about. I want them to consume the other parts. The marketing, the attitude, the music, the pictures on the wall, the diversity…this is Asian American culture to me. And I’m literally forcing it down their throats.”
Written by Vince Huang
Photography by Anna Wu
About the Author
Vince Huang is a man whose digestive organs have grown so powerfully large from intense operation that they have begun protruding outwards from his otherwise small frame. This phenomenon, also known as a gut or belly, is the most distinctive mark of his dedication to worldwide food exploration, most recently on his travels to South America. Vince graduated from Carleton College with a BA in Political Science and International Relations. During his time there, Vince was a Residential Adviser, edited the school newspaper, played intercollegiate Ultimate, and awkwardly entertained large crowds as a member of the Ebony dance organization. Vince served as a past Program Director of the Taiwanese American Foundation, worked at a law firm, and is now studying in a post-baccalaureate premedical program in New York City, where he continues to eat his guts out.