Beijing is a wonderful place for food ... if you know what to order -- and how to eat it.We're getting the chopsticks thing down -- though we're not completely skilled. And even pointing at photos on a menu doesn't always work...we usually end up with a beige, bubbling cauldron of who knows what.
Our second visit to the Hot Pot restaurant was wonderful -- it was less crowded and the manager wanted to practice his English. So he came over and actually put the stuff in the pot -- and showed us how to use the broth as soup after everything was done. And this time, we knew enough to avoid the pig blood patties (which even most Chinese folks don't eat...)
Our next step was to try to learn the Mandarin phrase for "please just bring us something good to eat -- what's most popular" which sadly doesn't work because it makes the waitress uncomfortable. 
The other confusing thing is that most restaurants have their own signature dishes...so if you find something you love...you can't simply order it again and again.
The other confusing thing is that most restaurants have their own signature dishes...so if you find something you love...you can't simply order it again and again. Maybe we're fat because of my strange addiction to odd flavored Pringles chips...shrimp flavor...cucumber flavor...spicy pork. Or perhaps it's the cocktails that are required at the end of a day of intensive language training...
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