Mountain Range Yunnan Cuisine | Cyber Huaqiangbei, a Bite into the Cangshan Mountains and Erhai Lake

Strolling through the neon-lit rain curtains of Huaqiangbei, the joy of reuniting with an old friend still lingers when the intersecting lightboxes at the corner suddenly catch your eye—the silhouette of "Mountain Range" stands like peaks. As the urban clamor builds barriers between hearts like towering mountains, we choose to walk toward the mountains ourselves. This Yunnan cuisine sensation, once a long-queue favorite across Southwest China from Chengdu, has finally brought its "mountain sanctuary" to Shenzhen. ▫️ Stepping inside, you’re instantly transported to another dimension. Copper lampshades cast warm, dappled light, evoking the fire pits of a deep rainforest tribe. Unlike traditional Yunnan eateries, this place feels more like a mountain bistro—reclaimed wood tables paired with leather stools, an open bar bridging the journey from the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau to Shenzhen’s steel jungle. ▫️ What surprised me most was how it serves not just hearty mountain fare for lunch and dinner but also coffee and jasmine tea to soothe afternoon fatigue, perfectly capturing the modern longing to "live in the city, dream of the wild." Here, every hour feels like a path up the mountain. When the sizzling copper hotpot arrives, the fiery numbing spice gives way to cooling mint, as if traversing between snow-capped peaks and tropical valleys. ▫️ The sour soup, fermented with tree tomatoes and passionfruit, is dotted with fragrant green herbs. The fish flakes apart like peeled lychee, melting on the tongue—a dance of tangy freshness and fruity sweetness, with a final kick of millet chili. My friend laughed, sighing, "This soup tastes like holding Xishuangbanna’s rainy season in your mouth." ▫️ With every spoonful, the earth and forest offer their generous gifts. As I left, I couldn’t help but glance back. The phrase "If the mountain won’t come to me, I’ll go to the mountain" suddenly took on new meaning. In Shenzhen’s ceaseless urban machine, aren’t we all climbers seeking solace? A bubbling copper hotpot, a cup of coffee blended with rice broth, a silent moment shared with old friends—the mountains never move; it’s us who walk toward our own peaks.