A Love Letter to Ippudo's Pork Bun

Dear Ippudo's pork bun,

Pork bun (steamed bun with braised pork and Ippudo's original sauce) from Ippudo, Sydney

I have only met you once. I guess love in the first bite does happen.

So.. I think I love you.

Is it too early to say so?

But what I can do, if you appear in front of my eyes, so sexy and fluffy at the same time, your slice of pork belly peeking from that marshmallow-like bun, seducing me right away.

Not only me, but also the other girls around me, looking intently at you when you come to the table. Is it wrong if I feel a little jealous because all I want to say is: 'stay away, this boy is mine'?

You can call me protective if you want, but I can't stand it if someone else take a bite of you. You are mine.

This is your fault too. Is that pork belly of yours simmered in a magical love potion or something? Because it is too good, it seems like supernatural to me. Every layer of the pork belly makes me fall in love with you even deeper. The melting ribbons of fat, the brown sauce, the incredible texture; I think the world stops even I take a bite and I have another world going on in my mouth. Can I take this as falling in love?

Your pillow-like bun provides such comfort, a shoulder to cry on, if I may. It reminds me of puppies and bunnies on a hill filled with flowers and rainbows.

Just when I thought you are all gentle and soft, you surprise me with a subtle crunch of your lettuce. So you have this side on you?

And there is more in store: your creamy touch of mayonnaise.

Please surrender to me, please let me have the last of you. The last bite of you will be magnificent, I believe. It will be like when Harry defeated Voldemort, or when Bella and Edward lived happily ever after.

Can we please meet again soon?

Because I think I have fallen in love with you. Unconditionally and irrevocably in love with you.

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(Disclaimer: This post is exaggerated, yeah. But really, the pork bun is SO good. Proper post of Ippudo can be seen here.)