Monday, December 17, 2012
Friday, December 14, 2012
3 years ago, December 24, 2009, we opened Baohaus on 137 Rivington...
This year, we're gonna celebrate our 3 year anniversary on Christmas with THE CHOSEN PEOPLE @ Jezebel. We wanted to highlight some of our favorite dishes from Baohaus and past CNY dinners for our Kosher homies who haven't gotten to try it. So, to all my old friends from Cardozo, this is the time. Come poly with us...
Here's the set menu
(ordering in accordance with Kosher LAW)
Mala Black Sea Bass
Spicy Short Rib Noodle Soup w/ Beef & Fennel Peppercorn Dumplings
Taiwanese Cold Cucumber & Eggplant Plate
Szechuan Roasted Cornish Hens w/ Broccoli Rabe Fried Rice
Monday, December 10, 2012
So, we went to Persian LA and I have to say, it was disappointing.
Respect to the gods of Tehrangeles, but I don't feel like a community a collection of shops and businesses makes. Assimilation is a tricky mother fucker and there's good and bad with it is as there is with every thing. If you live in Persian LA, if you Persian in America, let me know what's really good. I want to know what it's like on your side. Not every one needs to bunk up in Chinatowns, Little Haitis, etc. but let me know where you at Persians... because Shahs of Sunset and Andre Agassi's Dad is all we have to go off right now. FAAACKK
Monday, November 26, 2012
It goes without saying, this episode was special. I remember when I got my show with Cooking Channel and I told myself, "Gotta get Mom on." I don't know if it's a Chinese thing, a Taiwanese thing, a NY thing, or just a human thing, but when things are good I think of family first. You watch the show and it probably seems like I talk to my parents every day, but it's more like once a month. Once I moved to NY in 2005, I told my parents I'd only call when I had good news cause I was a grown ass man.
I wasn't a kid that needed my parents' opinion, support, or hand holding. I just wanted to make them proud, so, on both shows whether it was Cooking Channel or Vice, I always got my family with me. That's who I do it for. So thanks to every one who watches this episode because this family story wouldn't be possible without your support. It's a special moment for the kid and it's really because of yall.
Lastly, one moment in the show I want to bring attention to. When my Dad says "Japs" we thought long time about taking it out and actually did, then put it back in on Friday during edit (YES, we work overtime yall... shouts to Jarad Jeter and David Laven). My Father's family and Mother's family both were in China up until '49 or '50. My parents are the youngest of 5 and 6 in both their respective families and the only ones of their brothers and sisters born in Taiwan after fleeing China. My father's family lost their home and numerous family members from the war. My Grandfather on my mother's side sold mantou on the street in Taiwan. There's literally one generation between me and that man sitting on a blanket selling bread.
I don't think I'm allowed to hold a grudge nor do I think it's prudent, but he's allowed to. We could have protected ourselves, the show, my father, etc. by pulling it out, but we want to represent the real. You can't go to Taiwan and do an episode without encountering the Japan or China issue. I think any group of people who have had families torn apart by war understands how my father feels. We literally wouldn't have ties to Taiwan were it not for the war. Just like Scorcese left the ill n-word drops in Goodfellas, we kept the Jap joke. "Sorry boys" - Velona
Smack your favorite Chinaman and cop the book
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
living without irony, truth telling about Brooklyn's restaurant scene, re-defining a renaissance as pastime, and of course every Huang's favorite topic of discourse: immortality. This is just another day in 2012. I get why people would say... Irony is a defensive maneuver; White Brooklyn is overrated; and immortality is within our clutches because I live in 2012, but the thing we have to remember is that we will disagree with all of this in 41 days because it'll be 2013 and in this generation, that's 369 million views of Gangnam Style. As I sit here listening to Nellie Lutcher's "The Song is Ended... (But the Melody Lingers On)", reading Josh Ozersky impress the White Brooklyn experience on the whole of the borough, drinking a hot soy milk I ordered on my cell phone from my own restaurant, smoking some shit called Durban Poison x OG Kush, I realize that we have every thing and nothing all at the same time. "trapped in his father's time machine", he is an inspiring boring centrist half-black President who will never make anyone happy because the trademark of this generation is not entitlement but EXPECTATION. We are drunk with the weight of expectation. Yes, this is our generation: a hyper ambitious lot that's running around like a chicken with no head being portrayed as irreverent, nihilistic, and ironic, but actually trying really fucking hard to live up to the expectations. A place in time where cats chase dogs, girls run the world, and Brooklyn is overrated. When every thing is at our fingertips, it all seems so far away. I don't see my friends, I don't hear my friends, but no matter how much I text, tweet, email, and skype, I miss playing Marvel v. Capcom with my friends on a couch eating cookies from this farm called Pepperidge which I don't believe was actually a farm at all. I go to Katz, I go to Russ & Daughters, John's on 12th, Rao's, and read Andrew Zimmern wax poetic about Uncle Tai's, but what do I know about 1970s New York? Nothing. Absolutely nothing at all. I like it better because I wasn't there. And people shit on irony, or Brooklyn, or Kobe because they weren't there with a mother fucker shooting in the gym. But we are... We're here. So own up to it mother fuckers. Broke don't look good on nobody. We want to be rich. We want to ride chrome. We want to leave our mark. So when people tell us it used to be better or Josh Ozersky tells Brooklyn it's delusional or Wampole tells you to live without irony, tell them to suck a holographic bag of dicks because it's 2012 mother fucker and we don't give a fuck, except when WE decide we do.
Monday, November 19, 2012
We did some "cooking" #BaseGod We did some surfing #SurfNinja We perpetuated stereotypes about Americans by channeling Guy Fieri #CheesePorkMuffin Fuck with the kid Fresh Off the Boat $$$
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
favorite take downs. Then, Papa Drew blasted it to every one with a restaurant in NYC sans-BCC which was extra entertaining since I'm pretty sure every one on the email from Emeril to Tony to Daniel Boulud was reading it with no pants on at 1am... or at least I was. @wearyourfek (Foster Kramer) about how the article needed more advocacy, satire, or nuance. Why? These people don't deserve that. Liberals have such a problem shooting something in the face, but in life, that's what some things deserve. Guy Fieri doesn't deserve some nuanced, lightly complimentary, back handed critique. He got exactly what he deserves, a shot in the face. And, it puts people on notice. It draws a line in the sand. ANYONE can get it. Why should the NY Times live in this vacuum only reviewing "industry" restaurants? Food needs to be democratized, but to have an efficient democracy, you need an educated populus. This review should be remembered as the moment we all recognized "Dumb Rappers Need Teaching". We THINK every one knows Guy Fieri sucks or that you should vote Obama, but every one does not know that my g. This was the ill McNulty moment when Wells finally indicted all the people who've been eating off the proliferation of hot trash. It tells us anybody can get it. If Justin Warner is gonna go all big hair and karmaloop clearance rack, this is a review of Do or Dine in 5 years. If I decide to watch bangbros 5 times a day instead of 3, this is a review of Baohaus next week. You push hot trash on the people, you will get dealt with, Scripps can't protect you from THE HAMMER. This indicted Fieri, Scripps, and anyone else opening some sort of celebrity Cheesecake Factory. Just Say No to Hot Trash America. #RICO *this was the ending previously. it doesn't work anymore but its there cause i don't erase anything from the blog* I feel this way as a cook, restaurant owner, gremlin, whatever the fuck I am. If we're friends, we're friends, but as a friend, I didn't sign on to support your food unless I really fuck with it and I don't expect you to support mine either unless you really fuck with it. When you shout someone out on twitter, interviews, shows, ect. you should mean it. People TRUST US. They spend money based on our recommendations. It's not nothing. Why can't chefs tell each other "hey dude, the turmeric in the catfish is different than last time?" I love when Andy Ricker comes to Baohaus and tells me that dude with the Cincinnati Reds hat totally flumboluxed the noodles. He is the best "friend" I have in food and I've improved as an owner/chef because he gives it to me straight. I want to tear out Raphael Brion's eyes for giving me that stupid Marcus Samuelsson Fameball Award but I get the irony on the surface even though I disagree. I'm pissed but it's well within his right and I talk to him about it. As an industry, if we kept it real with each other, developed thicker skin and told people what we really think we'd all be better. The best thing that ever happened to me in my life was that Sifton review. I probably didn't respond the way he wanted, but he'll probably tell you I did the right thing. I speak with words, with video, and Baohaus, but that doesn't mean I'm going to stand behind a stove 60 hours a week. Who told every one that that's what a chef does by the way? Because I don't know one successful chef/owner with multiple restaurants that works the line 5 days a week. Why don't we dispel that myth? Why don't we tell people that's unrealistic given the sub-10% margins at most places? I want the new Lebron X's and I'm not getting them by standing behind the stove at a 500 square foot restaurant every day. I RESPECT the work line cooks do and did it for years, but I tell them all the time, you SHOULD want more for yourself. Would you tell Andy Warhol: A REAL ARTIST PAINTS, stand here 60 hours a week with a paint brush? Why can't we keep it real in food? Why do we constantly reinforce myths about this culture? If you can't stand by your work and need someone to protect you, life will disappoint you in other ways. People telling the truth are not your problem. Whether you're a new food magazine or a cook or a yelper or a chef or a restaurant owner, don't take free meals for false praise, don't protect "friends", and keep it real on the job because you've CHOSEN to be part of this great culture. If you want to be friends, you want to be liked, and you just want every one to get along, be a customer. We need those. But if you choose to play, respect the game.
Monday, November 12, 2012
It's here... the mofuckin Taiwan episode.
Thursday, November 8, 2012
Over the years, as I became more familiar with the life, during the TED Fellow application process, I learned a little bit about the unwritten rules of the Game. So I dropped a few knowledge darts to infiltrate the lifestyle of this secret society... CALL ME MR. TED FOLKS >>> 2013 TED FELLOWS HERE On our journey we discover a world hidden by night. The world of the Fellow, the player, or mack as these ladies and gentlemen of leisure are commonly referred to in the game. It's a world where the names change, but the game remains the same. As these fellows hit the streets... It's always FELLOWS UP, HO'S DOWN!" "Call me MR. TED FOLKS" - The Chef formerly known as Eddie Huang aka The Human Panda aka General Loko aka SARS Blackmon
Monday, October 29, 2012
Monday, October 15, 2012
Shit that be happenin' behind the scenes
FOB: EP 1, Oakland
DON'T LEAVE HOME WITHOUT IT @GRENCOSCIENCE
COOKIES #GoodMorning #BackToSchoolSupplies
BIG ASS MEXICAN SANDWICHES #CrewMeal
ERRYTHANG WAS NICE ON OUR ROAD TRIP UNTIL
WIZ TRIED TO GET HIS 3-STACKS ON #RobbedCruellaDeVil
WHO FARTED B?
LADY ASIAN SHOOTER
AND YOU STILL WATCHING THAT OTHER CHANNEL?
#WashYourButt #MatchYourSocks #WeOffThat
Monday, October 8, 2012
We made it y'all. From Hunan to Taipei to DC to Orlando to Pittsburgh to New York we mother fucking HERE NOW.
Eddy Moretti showed me the Underground Smell Road, teamed me with this Indian fool rocking a nose ring and a murse, but it fucking worked. Like Zab Judah once said about Don King "He, he... he my sunshine."
We like Nick Nolte and Eddie Murphy, LILO and Stitch, Harold and a really 'mo Kumar. One time for the Pretty Indian... Over the next 18 weeks we're bringing you racial, cultural, and wild boy commentary through food.
You'll see squid grilled curbside in the Mission, we'll almost Dick Cheney a guest because I tripped with a shotgun, we'll meet the intercontinental soy milk champ, WB dance with the Kid Mero, but most importantly you will hear voices in places that have long gone ignored. We aren't putting people on the show because of who they know or what they look like. The voices will be raw, uncut, and there for you to agree, disagree, love and hate. I don't even like some of the guests, but that's the point. Every one gets to jump on the track. We want you to engage. We want you to think and we want you to question the way things are framed in the world.
People say the game is to be sold, not to be told; but Vice paid the cost the day they made you boss. Because you watch videos of Kara Crabb cooking vaginal discharge, a business like this lives to spit the real. The magazine, the show, the knowledge, it's paid in full because of y'all. Keep bangin'.
Peace to the Internet gods because this doesn't happen anywhere else. All respect paid to Velona and Jan for finessing all the dramatic angles. #A-Team #LordFinesse #MedicatedKid. Y'all kept me hyped, medicated, and inspired. Shouts to Caroline and Charlie for making sure this shit burns the way it should. One time for Rory, Jarad, Chloe, PATEL (formerly of the A-Team, now on Team Tom Timberlake), Alex, Mike D, Kate B, and Juliette. The Taiwanese Fixer Gods: George and Brian. Lutzky, don't get punched in the face before episode 2. Thanks to Mom an Dad for not using condoms. I'm Out Here. You Out Here. Vice killed the Food Network Star... Lame ninjas be quiet, the chinkstronaut has landed.
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
First it was this buffet... (peep the link for article)
Then it was this... (peep the link for article)
Then she posted two photos in the same article wearing the same jumpoff? We get it, you like Forever 21, keep it moving.
Jenny An's article didn't bother me. I didn't even respond. Why? Cause we kick it with Asians...
We kick it with white people...
We kick it with brown people...
We kick it with black people...
Shit we kick it with mofuckin KATE UPTON... GOONIES!
All these Asian dating articles floating around are straight bullshit. WE LOSE every time one of these idiots writes an article because the position they begin their analysis from assumes that your skin determines your character. It doesn't you shit heads. Only in America are Asians relegated to cubicles and laundromats. If you go to Asia you will see. We got mother fuckers in mountains...
We got idiots who think they Chris Brown
We got Asians who are so fucking future
We got Asians with HELMETS ON!!!
Before you people write anymore articles perpetuating stereotypes, free yourselves of racial conditioning. You are not "ASIAN". You are not Chinese. You are not Taiwanese. You are not Vietnamese. I really hope you're not Japanese (j/k). You are an individual. Until you find a voice and detox yourself of stigma, stop defining yourself with labels. I'm proud to be Chinese-Taiwanese-... fuck... American. But until I found my voice as an individual, I had to stop claiming all of the above. I had to shed my skin to reclaim it on my own terms. Do what you gotta do but please... stop writing until you find a voice.