Monthly Archives: February 2012
Where they stow the wheelchair, I have no idea..
What passes for goth in Beijing.
… is actually a nose-tickling, tear-inducing, and might I say tasty ball of cabbage. The cabbage is layered like an onion, and the layers are slathered with the hottest hot-hot-hot Chinese mustard you could imagine.
… especially on a weekend morning in the hutong when everyone’s in rush to find the freshest cabbages and leeks.
… drying your hair tomorrow. It’s a tad disturbing to know that this hair salon’s hygiene system involves hanging its freshly washed towels on some power grid’s dusty fence in a parking lot.
… spitting on people you don’t like?
… would be keen-o. There are more wine shops in my neighborhood than McDonald’s, and I wonder if this guy delivers to them all.