Benjamin, known as "the last scholar in Europe", once wrote Breakfast Room in his One-way Street. He mentioned: "A folklore that has been passed down to this day warns people not to tell last night's dream on an empty stomach the next morning."
It can really make people bid farewell to darkness and dreams. Don't miss the place where the shops are concentrated early, and chat with neighbors about last night's dream while having dinner. This is the most vivid place of street life.
Most of these breakfast shops in Wuzhen do not exceed 10. They have been driving for many years, and diners will catch up after a day's rest. However, these breakfast shops have some "temper". After 8: 031minute, you can order takeout if you can't eat.
Ketchup bullfrog noodles
▲ Longyuan Road Fat Noodles
People in Wuzhen love to eat noodles.
To what extent do you love?
Look at the classification of noodles. Big row noodles, eel tenderloin noodles, fried fish noodles, snakehead noodles, tomato sauce noodles, mutton noodles, beef noodles, shrimp noodles, shredded pork noodles with Chinese sauerkraut. ......
The noodles in Wuzhen are delicious. According to local people, during the Internet conference, many "big brothers" will go to noodle restaurants to eat noodles after various meetings, even at night 10.
There is a place to go, the fat noodle restaurant on Long Yuan Road, and a bowl of noodles with bullfrog and tomato juice, which is nowhere else. I'm sure I'll miss it.
Its toppings are exquisite. Tomatoes, bullfrogs, sauerkraut, auricularia auricula, leek sprouts ... are rich and exquisite in materials and delicious. There is nothing else in the fat noodle restaurant.
Deep-fried bullfrog oil, tomato juice, sauerkraut, black fungus, thick soup boiled by fire, from Huang Cancan. On the table, it looks good and smells good. In the words of Wuzhen people, it is "very thick and clear."
"I found a job yesterday and worked overtime in the scenic spot."
"oh? Tell me about it. "
A mouthful of fresh noodles fell into the stomach, flying in the mouth, and the fragrance bypassed the teeth. Take another bite and speak slowly.
Open the door at four or five, all neighbors, and the boss knows everyone's preferences. All the ingredients are bought now, and there is no takeaway. If you want to eat bullfrog noodles with tomato sauce, you should go early. As the boss said, they usually serve regular customers, and the quantity is small.
If you don't like bullfrogs, you can also make ketchup fish. The store also serves shredded pork noodles with pickles, snakehead noodles, shredded eel noodles, large rows of noodles and so on.
Piaoxiang Xiao wonton
▲ Xinhua Road Tian Tian Xian Wonton Shop
The small wonton in the alley is the flavor that the old Wuzhen people can't give up.
As a generation of "old minister" in Wuzhen breakfast army, he is very small, with thin dough, carefully prepared fillings, salty soup base and strong market atmosphere, which is enough to make the finishing touch. "Whew" can be inhaled into the mouth, the essence is in the soup, and the taste is deeply rooted in the dream of eating food in the morning.
10 years old The small wonton in Tiantianxian wonton shop is as light as a fairy, with a small cage, fried raw, which is another kind of interest.
However, the old Wuzhen people have their own unique memories of the small wonton.
When I was a child, my mother always put another spoonful of rice in the wonton bowl, which was called "ginseng soup rice". It is said that it is delicious and hungry.
Sesame seed cake youtiao
▲ bridge opening under Beihua Bridge
Under the Beihua Bridge in Wuzhen, people who drive battery cars to work come and go, and there is an unknown biscuit shop opposite the gold shop.
The boss said: "It has been open for more than 20 years and there has been no store name. People who have good things are acquaintances. "
Take a dough, spread it out in into the pit, then roll it into a ball and spread it out, then sprinkle it with a layer of seasoning mixed with oil and salt, then sprinkle onion and sesame seeds, and put it in a bucket for baking. The sesame seed cake swelled a little and turned brown.
Take it out with a poker, the sesame cake is soft, the onion is fragrant, and the inner defense line begins to collapse.
There is also a malicious role in the hot pot next to it-fried dough sticks.
Wuzhen people fry fritters with locally squeezed rapeseed oil, which is pure and full of flavor. Will be "paired" slender, black oil wrapped large iron pots, accompanied by hot oil rolling up and down, two twisted dough gradually fluffy, slowly climb a layer of attractive gold.
Wuzhen people eat together, which is simply the best in the world. Bite down, the pastry can't help falling, the onion fragrance of sesame cake and the crispness of fried dough sticks are enough to forget the sleepy feeling of getting up early.
The business of sesame seed cake shop is very good. At 7: 30, the shop was crowded with people.
A mother who came by battery car asked her boss, "There are cookies."
The boss roared loudly, "No more."
I looked at my watch. It was just eight o'clock, and the city had just woken up. The sesame seed cake stalls in the town had been sold out.
Mother said to her daughter in the car, "Oh, the baby is gone. What should I do? " ? Let's buy tea cakes. "
The daughter nodded yes and walked away.
Xinshi tea cake
In the tea cake shop, I accidentally broke into three big boys and took advantage of the summer vacation to travel.
I pointed to the tea cake on the table and said to the shopkeeper, "Aunt, what's that? We also want one. "
Aunt Li: "This is a tea cake. Very delicious. "
In fact, tea cake is not an authentic breakfast in Wuzhen. It originated in the new town next door. Two or three years ago, Aunt Li came to Wuzhen from the new town and opened this new town tea cake shop at the intersection of Fengxian Road and Longyuan Road.
According to Aunt Li, the tea cake was a tribute in the early days, but it was later preserved by new people and named "tea cake", which means the cake eaten when drinking tea. It has a history of more than 400 years. In Wuzhen, it has also become a favorite breakfast for everyone.
Tea cakes only put meat stuffing, not sweet stuffing, and this meat stuffing is unusual. The ingredients and seasonings are sufficient and the proportion is exquisite, including: pigskin jelly, leek sprouts, fresh meat and so on.
The tea cake is thin and square, the white rice flour is good, the meat stuffing is fine and fragrant, the rice cake has a thin skin, and the meat stuffing is shiny and full of temptation. Take a bite and the fresh sesame oil cake slowly slides down your throat. At this moment, that kind of taste is very similar to the feeling of walking hand in hand with grandparents.
Unforgettable zongzi
▲ Sister snacks in Wuzhen, Shangmao Road+Soybean milk shop at No.50 Fengxian Road
When introducing Jiaxing cuisine, China on the Tip of the Tongue once said: "Jiaxing people, who are famous for their exquisite lifestyle in the south of the Yangtze River, start their day with a hot steamed stuffed bun."
Most of the zongzi in Jiangnan town are meat zongzi, and only on holidays will you sit on a few small red jujube triangle zongzi. People in Wuzhen must order a bowl of soybean milk to eat delicious zongzi. Wuzhen, known as "Manager Jiang", is the soul mate of the breakfast world.
Salted soybean milk is to Wuzhen people what bean juice is to Beijingers and hot soup is to Henan people. Some people say that soybean milk with fried dough sticks is a beautiful morning, but salty soybean milk directly melts fried dough sticks into itself.
Add chopped green onion, diced mustard tuber, shrimp skin and crispy fried dough sticks, then add the soul of salted soybean milk-soy sauce, which is the common soy sauce for braising bamboo shoots in small towns, and finally pour in the prepared soybean milk to open it, and a bowl of salted soybean milk is ready.
Fried bun
▲ Fengxian Road Veteran Hotel
At six or seven o'clock in the morning, the sun gradually became fierce, and the flow of people in front of the veteran hotel began to increase.
The guests were holding a pile of fried buns in their hands, chatting about the anecdote by the bridge yesterday, biting into the fried buns and bursting with juice. The soup left on their mouths floated to every corner of the air with the rising tone.
The owner, Uncle Jiang, was a soldier in his early years and opened this veteran hotel with his wife, Aunt Jiang. It seems that the breakfast shop is only open for a few hours every day, and it is not idle at other times. Aunt Jiang prepares at night, gets up before dawn, and prepares the ingredients for the next day after closing the door. The real kung fu is when diners can't see it.
And his fried bag, thin skin and fragrant meat, picked up a delicious fried bag, dipped it, spread it with chopsticks, and the heat soared. The filling is soft and chewy, the bottom is brown and crisp, and the semi-crisp and semi-tender taste collides between the lips and teeth. I couldn't help but buy a few, which were deeply loved by the residents of the town.
A tourist walked into the shop and looked at the six fried buns left in the pot: "I'll take them all."
Aunt Jiang: "No, no, these six are all booked."
At nine o'clock sharp, the tourist couldn't help saying, "Boss, it's nine o'clock. I don't think I want it today. Give me the steamed stuffed bun. "
Aunt Jiang smiled and said, "I promised and I will come."
Not long after, I saw an old man carrying a tea urn and humming into the room.
"Why is it so late this morning?"
"This morning, Lao Li of Xi Shi and his neighbor Wang Laotou got up (quarreled) because of a chicken, and everyone went to mediate."
Under the envious eyes of tourists, grandpa took the last steamed stuffed bun.
Well, grandpa paid a long-term meal ticket.
Some people also bought steamed buns, ate them while walking, and hurried on. Don't worry, you must serve a bowl of bean curd or soybean milk. This is a beautiful thing.
Breakfast in a small town may be an early adopter, a curiosity hunter, and experience the local customs, but at the same time, we also carefully feel the life of the people in the small town. They run their own lives with heart, reminding you to remember to have a good breakfast and not to tell your dreams last night on an empty stomach.