Got a cell phone today, and ventured out of ChaoYang to eat dinner with two Vietnamese Australian brothers who are friends of my friend's friend. There are lots of non-Chinese in the CDB, and I was beginning to feel like a Beijing person, not a foreign person. But at the small restaurant we went to, I was stared at for a full 3 minutes while we waited to find a seat. (Since the brothers are Asian, they don't get much attention.) The place was full of smoke, food was all over the tables and floors, and that casual lack of propriety I so love in China immediately put me at ease. Outside a man blew his nose on the street and our sixteen year old waitress was constantly sniffling and annoyed at out inability to communicate properly.
(Make your own pork burritos- delicious meat plus raw onions in tofu paper that is disquietly reminiscent of the Sure Wipes at APT.)
1 comment:
hehe. I get a lot of that sniffing annoyance as well. It's lots of fun to be 3 years old again!
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