Ch 9: So Good it Hurts

Beijing is a great city and like all great cities they have the food to back it up. From the Bouzi (buns) you can buy in the Hutongs (old alleyways) to the fried dumplings from the street corners I would imagine that it's easy for a well to do or even relatively poor Beijinger to eat better then most. I am no exception.

I have the scars to prove it. The other day I went out and bought a fresh batch of fried dumplings. One of my dumplings fell out of my hand during enjoyment munching and walking down BeiHeNan street. It landed on my left foot and I felt like I was being branded by a horse iron. If it had been a chicken nugget or a french fry I would have been pissed. Perhaps I would have thrown it across the street in my pain and anger. But it was a Beijing Street Dumpling which due to it's crispy exterior and Oh So Delicious interior I forgave...and I don't forgive easilly.