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Pork belly at Sắp Sửa in Denver.

Thịt kho tàu (Vietnamese braised pork belly) at Sắp Sửa. Photo by Casey Wilson

Third culture cuisine is more than a trend

Look around. Go online, scroll through any Best Restaurant list in America, stroll through the supermarket. There is a veritable tsunami of third culture, Asian-American concepts, from remixed dried noodles to xiao long bao, shedding most adherences to authenticity, peering out from between shelves on the ‘ethnic’ aisles. There’s sinigang and larb, but they’re bursting through neon pink packets, inviting you to tear them open and remix them into your own dishes.

Best of lists are dominated by chefs and restaurateurs loosening their grips on their own cultural traditions, even if they’re still categorised as ‘Korean,’ ‘Chinese’ or ‘Thai’. Concepts like Chicago’s Kasama and San Francisco’s Mister Jiu’s sweep up every major restaurant award. On TikTok, a brooding Jon Kung shows you how to slurp cold soba noodles on a paddleboard. In New York, Southeast quietly showcases both ingredients from Asia and locally made Djablo (Filipino-American hot sauce), Pika Pika (vegan kaya), and Kusi (Filipino seasonings).

Third culture cuisine (the food of people raised outside of their parents’ cultures), and the unabashed, bold celebration of it, isn’t a trend, it’s a tidal wave sweeping through restaurants, social media and the frozen aisle at your local market.

Bắp cải luộc (charred cabbage) at Sắp Sửa, Denver.

Bắp cải luộc (charred cabbage) at Sắp Sửa. Photo by Casey Wilson

Thirst traps

Not too long ago, I was scrolling through TikTok when a familiar face peered back at me. Familiar but for being attached to a muscular shirtless torso, eyebrows furrowed and an authoritative voice elucidating the nuances of a Chinese master stock.

Comparing this to the Asian American cooking content of just a few years ago, I asked my editor, “Can you imagine Martin Yan or David Chang posting thirst traps [social media content designed to sexually entice] on the internet? You cannot.”

But here we are, with a shirtless Jon Kung walking me and nearly two million other followers through remixed recipes. Kung’s forthcoming cookbook, Kung Food: Chinese American Recipes from a Third-Culture Kitchen, includes recipes like Spaghetti and Lion’s Head Meatballs and jollof rice made in a Chinese clay pot.

A new generation of third-culture chefs simultaneously embraces the nuances of their identities (from cultural to sexual) and sheds strict adherence to traditional flavours. These types of openness have progressed in unison.

My own story is similar – I come from an extremely traditional Chinese family that would disapprove of lion’s head meatballs on spaghetti. I went to high school with Kung in Hong Kong. 20 years ago, behind the bar at a Lan Kwai Fong institution frequented by teenagers that is no longer, Kung slid me my first ever (illegal) electric green Midori sour. Over the next few years, my girlfriends and I were drawn like glittery flies to the long-gone Hubbub, where Kung blended up frozen pineapple and vodka for us to sip into the hazy purple Hong Kong night.

Kung’s storytelling approach to food is unfamiliar to our relatives who still live in Hong Kong and requires explication (like an entire cookbook) for both sides. “Even back when I was strongly asserting that my food was Chinese, I was still explaining what it was to my parents, aunties, and uncles back home. They would say ‘Oh it’s fusion,’” writes Kung. “This book is a reintroduction to Chinese American cuisine if we had been allowed to partake in the globalization of American cuisine.”

Kung Food is a cookbook about a hypothetical cuisine, foreshadowing the Chinese-American food of the future, through lived experience. “Our diasporic culture is going to branch off into so many forms. You’re going to see more mixed race and mixed culture households. This book is a celebration of that and an encouragement,” continues Kung.

Vanessa and Kim Pham of Omsom.

Survivor’s guilt

Tradition remains at the core of third culture food. Chef Ni Nguyen of Denver’s three-month-old Sắp Sửa says: “We push the limits and see how far we can go from tradition without losing the integrity of the dish. Every dish has a personal tie to my first-generation experience, whether it be the boiled cabbage dish my mom made after long days of work or popcorn chicken from my neighbourhood boba shop.”

As dishes evolve and mature, so do the people who craft them. “First generation Asian Americans are stepping into this ‘oldest child’ role, going through it to inspire others that a restaurant that represents your culture can be done,” says Nguyen.

“It’s a magical time right now, exploring our identities as Asian Americans and how that has shaped our food to be different from our parents’,” says Jesse Ito of Philadelphia’s Royal Izakaya. Ito’s partner is his father, so these words carry no insignificant weight. Ito describes a childhood where he “never felt like I really fit in anywhere. I grew up in New Jersey. My father is Japanese, from Oita. My mother is Korean from Seoul. They owned an iconic Japanese restaurant for 37 years. Every time I messed up cutting fish when I was learning, customers at my dad’s restaurant would lowkey shame me for being half Korean and therefore not ‘authentic.’”

But Royal is Ito’s own. “It’s a reflection of me and who I am today. It’s important to retain our heritage through our cooking. But it’s also important to be able to stay creative and integrate other influences into our food and restaurants.”

Most of the third culture kids mentioned in this article (author included) are in their 30s. This decade is an enormous factor in us evolving our flavours and identities.

“I spent my late 20s breaking away from the model minority myth. Those years were laced with survivor’s guilt. My parents immigrated here so I could have a better life. Did I fail them?” asks Sriratana. “It wasn’t until my 30s that I felt comfortable in my own skin.”

“I love being a multicultural American,” says Ito. “I love being in my 30s and not caring about what people think of me.”

“We used to have to overexplain ourselves,” says Pham, who finds the loud and proud sides of her sexuality and food complimentary. “If you like proud loud Asian flavours, you can’t be surprised that they come from a proud, loud Asian woman. They couldn’t exist without one another.”

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