Growing up with my grandmother's home-cooking, my passion for food and cooking grew from a young age.
Just like any Italian would claim his/her mother or grandmother is the best cook there ever is, Italians hold food traditions to their culture and guard it with love and fierce pride.
The reverence for food and how it's prepared stems from the importance of family in Italy. And that is also the case of Taiwan, where I was born.
The intriguing commons between the two culinary cultures are mesmerizing. What surprises me the most is how heartfeltly Italian dishes can call out to the taste of my childhood.
So I set out to discover more about Italy and its culinary philosophy through its landscapes, its traditions, and its people's way of life.
The stories of my journey become food on the table at PASTi, like a collection of stories in a bowl or on a plate, executed in low-key, utterly traditional manners.
No. 30, Zhongnan Street is the place where I grew up living with my grandmother and where PASTi now is. It holds my strongest memories, like the taste of my grandmother's home-cooking.
Chef Hans Lee