Weave off Yongkang Street away from the crowds and you’ll find local imagery that make this area much more intriguing than being the home to the original Din Tai Fung.
I found him, gloriously bearded, busying about in front of his store. That’s it. That little nook of a shop, indented slightly away from the street, crammed wall-to-wall, floor-to-ceiling with Asian knick-knacks.
Scanning my eyes along the bursting shelves, I asked him what was his most-prized possession. “He likes money best!”, a friendly neighbour cut in.
Chuckling, he enthusiastically agreed while delicately placing a vase on display.