Finding my way out of Taipei Main took a lot longer than expected. Not because there was any shortage of signs, but because I was constantly distracted by the number and sheer variety of eateries crammed into that station. And when you’re as hungry as I was, being spoiled for choice is not necessarily a good thing. Not to mention the massive FoMO that comes with it. Instead, I soldiered on to my hotel, walking past a corner Portuguese egg tart stand, and meters away, a family-run business hawking irresistible pepper buns. No matter what I’d end up eating that night, I knew I was in for a treat. Taiwan had already found a way to my heart.
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