We slept like babies after our multi-course meal with William and his family the night before. Maybe it was the baiju or the ancient well water or the jet lag. Whatever it was, we were tuckered right out.
No rest for the wicked. We had an early meeting with another of our new Beijing friends. Lei and her husband Ke picked us up at the bottom of our building to take us out on the town for the day.
Our first stop was Qian Men, or the Emperor's Street. Just south of Tiannamen Square, it looks like the Epcot version of China. I suspect a lot of money was poured into these few blocks around the 2008 Olympics.
|Guard at the north end of the street|
|Gate to the North|
|Sunshine through the clouds/pollution|
I don't know what these braid-y things are...but they look tasty, don't they? And three for only $1.75? Yum. Or, maybe not. I never found out. In my imagination, they are warm, twisty donuts. In my nightmares, they are glazed, coiled intestines. I took a pass.
Seriously, can't you picture this at Main Street U.S.A in Disneyland?
Even the manhole covers are fancy. Although, it looks like they had a tiny issue on the left side, there.
Here's the plaque for the restaurant where we ate lunch:
These four caped ladies spend all day greeting at the door. They are Super Ducklings, protectors of the roasting realm (get it? Because they are like superheroes...? Too much? I thought so...).
|Beijing is not a great place to be a duck...unless you like a deep tan and you aren't a fan of your feathers|
Our new friends Lei and Ke ordered for us. Good thing, since we would have been mystified. If you are adventurous with food (as I think I am somewhat), it is great to have someone else choose items for you. You get to try things you would never otherwise order. If you are a little less exotic in your tastes (like my picky husband), these scenarios are slightly stressful. Good thing I can take the puck in the head and try the duck neck in gelatine for the both of us.
The drink below is a good example. It was described as "warm date and sweet potato". Um, okay...there's something I would NEVER order off a menu. Then I tried it. And I loved it. I drank three glasses. I am pretty sure I won't be trying this at home, though.
Let the duck feast begin. This little lettuce cup was divine.
I developed a love affair with the Chinese broccoli on the left. My feeling about the foie gras in the back right corner was less amorous. Ditto with the duck neck in gelatine in the front right.
Then, the main event. The table side duck carving. This was professional. Like, really, really slick. And in case you were wondering, that IS the duck head at the bottom there. That got whacked off right away. Then it lies in the metal tray with a front row seat as the rest of its body gets sliced.
The duck guy carves off identical, thin slices and stacks them on a cutting board before transferring them to the table.
It was delicious. Served with thin pancakes for wrapping with hoisin sauce, scallions and cucumber. Yum.
The shot below is my dad, gamely picking at...the head. That's right. It also comes to the table, cleaved into two halves. Dad bravely pulled out a piece and ate it before quickly passing the rest of it off to Ke. He said later he thought he might have had brain. So, that pretty much says it all.
Back out, with full tummies. Once again, we tried hard to pay for lunch, but ultimately we had to accept defeat and instead offer our hosts our thanks for a memorable and delicious lunch.
|Lei and me|
Our next stop was a busy outdoor market. The afternoon was warm and it was incredible to see the vast number of stalls and the wide array of merchandise available.
|Lion guarding the market gate|
I bought the girls pencil cases from this stall. They were all made by the vendor's elderly mother. Lei bargained for me. I am sure she got a better deal than I could have.
I also picked up a half dozen little bracelets. They were all made with natural items scavenged for free outdoors. Things like nuts and seeds. I liked them a lot.
Eric's interest in browsing the market didn't quite meet my own. At least he was easy to spot as he wandered away through the aisles.
We then took a long walk along a circuitous route, ostensibly on our way to get Eric a foot massage (which didn't end up happening). We walked through many neighbourhoods and got to see the true Beijing on a sunny Sunday.
I particularly enjoyed this graffiti I spotted. There were lots like this one.
We finally made it back to our place, just in time for Ke to arrive back after an epic battle through traffic to get us two tickets to see the Beijing Ducks basketball team play in the quarter-finals that night. Ke was extremely apologetic that he could only get us two. It was incredibly thoughtful and generous, so we just hoped he knew how much we appreciated the tickets we got. We left Dad behind to enjoy the beautiful Spa Oasis workout facility and pool, while we hoped onto the subway and headed off to see Stephon Marbury and his fellow Ducks.
|The subways simply weren't built for Eric's size|
I just noticed this picture of Eric is taken in front of the sign that says "no standing". Oops. The game felt really professional and certainly inspired by the NBA. There was lots going on: cheerleaders, contests, merchandise fired into the crowd. It was a great presentation.
Even the stadium food was mimicking a North American experience. The only food I saw available was Papa John's pizza. So strange.
The game experience was great. The game level, however, was pretty mediocre. Neither Eric nor I were very impressed with the amount of effort put out by the four Americans on the floor. It was low intensity and slow speed.
I might have been my sleepiness, but I was underwhelmed by the game, especially considering it was playoffs. I was tempted to crawl under my chair and curl up for a nap. I might have, except Eric was tired enough himself that he might just have left without me. I didn't take the risk.
So, we didn't love the game, but I was really happy we had the chance to see a professional game in China. The crowd was entertaining and the chanting every time the home team scored (they won, by the way) was interesting.
Home for a rest.