We walked past this to get to the restaurant:

The place had the feel of the Old West about it.
This shot, this shot, and this shot were all taken in the same area.
It would be called a slum in America, but I loved something about it. The food I had there was the best I had in China, and it would compete well with a Vietnamese restaurant in the US.
We were told it served Sichuan-style food. Things tended to be spicy and flavorful, with smokey flavors in many of the dishes. They seemed good at cooking fatty-parts of pork and vegetables. Some of the food tasted very familiar, sometimes in odd ways. I had greens there that tasted exactly like Campbell's chicken noodle soup.

Clockwise from the bowl of rice are: a fish and tomato soup, chicken (tasted exactly like Buffalo wings), cucumbers in chili sauce, and greens.

This is the best dish I had in China, bacon. It came to the table still cooking with a flame underneath it. It was smokey-tasting and peppery. Everyone picked through the vegetables to get to the bacon.
1 comment:
Yum! But what a strange neighborhood. Though probably no stranger to a foreigner's eye than any other neighborhood in transition.
Great posts, Jason. I'm enjoying this travelogue.
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