Elevated & Unique Recipes
When the weather turns chilly and youโre craving something hearty but simple, this Italian Sausage and Rice Soup hits the spot. Itโs the kind of comforting, soul-warming dish that makes your whole kitchen smell incredible โ rich sausage, caramelized aromatics, and herbs simmering in a savory broth. This one-pot wonder […]
๐ฅ A Pancake Worth Burning (Almost) The first time I tried the pancakes at Chez Ma Tante โ a cozy French-Canadian restaurant in Brooklyn โ I was blown away. The edges were nearly burnt, audibly crisp, while the inside stayed impossibly light and custardy. It was everything a pancake should […]
๐ The Dish That Started It All The first time I had Gyu-Kakuโs Garlic Noodles was, no exaggeration, a transformative experience. It was the winter of 2013, and I was a broke 16-year-old with just enough pocket change to grab a few items off the late-night menu at my local […]
๐ฅญ My Favorite Way to Enjoy Papaya Salad If thereโs one dish that defines Thai cuisine for me, itโs som tum โ that punchy, tangy, spicy green papaya salad that hits every flavor note at once. But my preferred version isnโt the traditional one. Itโs a simple twist that transforms […]
๐ The Best Burger I Ever Had Was in Bangkok It sounds a little crazy, but one of the best burgers Iโve ever had wasnโt in L.A., New York, or even Tokyo โ it was in Bangkok, Thailand. Tucked inside a small, unassuming shop called Barneyโs Burger Joint, I discovered […]
๐ฅ The Dumpling That Started It All There are dumplingsโฆ and then there are my momโs dumplings. The kind that make you close your eyes after the first bite โ juicy, fragrant, and impossibly satisfying. Growing up, I used to think her dumplings were magic. No matter how many I […]
Iโm Patrick Kong (AKA Patty.Plates) and I was born in Vancouver, Canada to Chinese immigrant parents. My father was a Guangzhou city boy, and my mom a village girl from Toisan. Both my parents have been cooking their entire lives - my dad even owned a small food court restaurant at one point (it was NOT goodโฆ sorry dad). My dad mainly saw food as a means of sustenance (both literally and economically) while my mom saw food as the glue that held our family together and connected us with the motherland.
