Nearly two years in Hsinchu,
I sigh I've earned little.
Life flows like water,
So let's forget in the morning dew.
Eat, drink, and have fun, searching for food,
Roam mountains and rivers, seeking immortals.
Through every alley and street I wander,
My interests have never changed.
Jin Yi, Hai Rui, Xin Da Tong,
Famous across Taiwan for meatballs.
There's also Shi Jia fish balls,
Filled with lean meat and chives.
A must-visit is the City God Temple,
Rice noodles, meatballs, oyster omelets.
Lin Ji and Wang Ji are there,
And Liu Jia's minced pork rice.
Outside, queue for popiah,
Guo Jia has run for nearly a century.
Next to the theater, Xin Fu Zhen,
Famous for its salty biscuits called Zhùqiàn.
Drive on to North Gate Street,
Ye Jia's taro paste with tapioca pearls.
Next to Hei Mao Bao, Duck Meat Xu,
Cheng Jia's zongzi by the roadside.
For full-moon oil rice, there's Feng Gu,
Meatballs from Fei Long and Zhu Lian.
Shuang Xing is for tempura,
A Fu is for braised pork rice.
Air Force popsicles at 814,
A Zhong and Wu Jiao are ice shops.
Fu Quan's tofu pudding hides in alleys,
Perfect for summer to cool off and nap.
There's still much more to eat,
But evening comes, time for dinner.
I'll stop my pen for now,
And fill in more when I have time.