the real fun came when i went to the college village that is on the other side of the university from us. we went to a noodle bar for dinner. everyone stared at the waiguoren, and the sheer number of stares and people made it a little disconcerting. we tried to order with the waitress the first time, and we were a bit too complicated. finally, it seems she became too frustrated and went to deal with other issues. all the while the rest of the kitchen staff was standing by, staring at us like we're nuts. she finally came back, and i asked for five noodles, two spicy, 3 non and that was it. simplicity is always key when ordering food. it was delicious, and a little more than a quarter per bowl of noodles seemed more than fair.
the village is like a fair every night of the week.
there are tons of food stalls, veggie stalls, dvd stalls, noodle stalls, restaurants, general stores, anything your heart could desire. what really caught my eye was a man flipping dough in a way reminiscent of pizza throwers. he didn't throw it over his head, but he swung it around at a good velocity. once it was thin enough (think crepe thinness), he either put sweet stuff (strawberry or pineapple jam, smushed banana, condensed milk) or savory stuff (different m
eats, chive, msg powder) then he folds it up and puts it on the fryer. his apprentice, as i like to think of him, takes care of the frying, then puts it on the chopping board. then the wife takes and dribbles condensed milk over it, chops it into little pieces, and puts it in a little container to eat with long toothpicks. i love how everything is a family affair. i had a pineapple one, and i thought i had died and went to heaven. an added bonus here: i got into a remedial conversation with the owner. he asked if i was a teacher, where i taught, if i was british. i was able to understand and answer all his questions. it was great. no english, but still a little understanding. life is getting better all the tiiiiiime.
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