Ngāi Tauira: Delight
- Guest Writer
- Aug 12, 2024
- 1 min read
Delight
In the heart of the city, where the lights glow bright,
Lies a place of delight, beneath the moonlight.
Tiger's, it's named, a haven of spice,
Where Malatang simmers, a fiery entice.
Milk tea flows smoothly in delicate streams,
Its sweetness is a comfort, like warm, gentle dreams.
A cauldron of broth, bubbling and hot,
Awakens the senses with each savoury shot.
Rows of fresh veggies, a colourful display,
To dip and savour, in a flavorful array.
Mushrooms and tofu, greens crisp and fine,
In Tiger's embrace, they steep and they shine.
Amazing fry bread, golden and light,
Crisp to the bite, a true culinary delight.
Chopsticks in hand, we gather and share,
Around the great pot, with warmth in the air.
Laughter and stories, the steam intertwines,
In this haven of Tiger, where harmony dines.
The boldness of peppers, the hum of the night,
In each bite of Malatang, pure culinary delight.
A symphony of flavours, both fierce and serene,
In the heart of Tiger, where tradition is queen.
So come to the table, where cultures entwine,
At Tiger, where Malatang's stars always shine.
A taste of the East, a vibrant embrace,
In the glow of the lights, find your own place.