The noodle guy
Now it’s all about food – in China.
Apart from the predictably poor meal at the western restaurant at our hotel in Xi’an, only visited because we were too exhausted to leave the premises, our culinary experiences were fabulous, if not memorable. (I’m not including Macca’s for breakfast here. And I’m quite sure that David would want me to make it very clear that he never ate at the big M – he only ate street food for breakfast, and, by the way, he is the only one of us who didn’t get a tummy bug. He does have an iron stomach though).
One of the best meals we ate was at a little restaurant our wonderful guide Erma (is that a Chinese name?) took us to when we visited the truly amazing Terracotta Warriors. (They warrant a post of their own but I’ll let you look them up yourself.)
My favourite dish was the wild mushrooms with water spinach – or was it the shredded pork with spring onion – the tofu with schezuan pepper – or the chicken with pomegranate? Sorry, I was so hungry I forgot to take photos.
In the memorable catagory would be the night food market where silkworm,
Conor decided to stick with the noodles
and my parents with roasted corn on the cob. How cute are these two?
This 24 hr Dim Sum restaurant was so good we went three times. Look at this lovely private room. Apparently the chicken feet were to die for – and – you’d have to kill me first. I eat most things, but I’ll stick to dumplings thank you.
No – this is not soldier drill – it is waiter drill …
Because David had missed out on our Peking Duck at the fabulous No Name restaurant on our first night in Beijing, Sam took us back there on our last night.
Again, the eggplant was heavenly,
and this time we had it with broad beans,
and sticky rice in pineapple – sublime -
washed down with chinese beer.