So the problem is that my Chinese is so bad that I was unable to order anything from the Taiwanese food court, much to Wifey's chagrin, though he had plenty of gangs of young Taiwanese men to chew on in the interim, and we could both afford to cut back, lest it's on stinky tofu, tassely chicken, and other mysterious dishes which sure as hell don't quite seem like I grew up on them at all.