may_mary_macleod: At the sprightly (though not so graceful) age of sixteen, the enticement of Beijing's nightlife could be denied no longer, and thus I ventured to try what so many expat teens had done before me and take to Sanlitun bar street. On my third attempt at this act of adulthood, I donned pirate worthy knee high boots, thinking that these paired with sheer tights would mask any suspicion of my adolescence. Being a lightweight, a few shots into the night I dragged my friends onto the luminous dance floor and edged my way towards the stripper pole at the center; because any self respecting party goer knows that's where it's at, but I also had a move in mind. Undulating suggestively while grabbing the pole didn't seem advanced enough. I had seen girls doing it before, spinning around the pole with legs pointing out daintily, and thought, how hard can it be? The answer: HARD.
To start with I couldn't get high enough to complete the elegant spiral descent, and had to clamber desperately like a monkey whilst being shoved upwards from below. Classy. Then when the moment came my boots went from wearable to weapon as they struck innocent bystanders. Those who escaped the wrath of my boots were probably whipped by my flailing hair. To cap it all I was oblivious to this commotion and came off the pole grinning and totally unashamed, it was only the next day when my friends broke the horrifying news that the true embarrassment came.
gettahome: I just now didn't eat lunch at Burger Me in Aegean Mall. I mean I ordered, but the crap that came to the table was such a travesty that I couldn't touch it beyond the single bite I managed. For one, the bread was soggy with butter. For another, the meatball--I can't call it a patty--took up only one quarter of the area of the bread, which disintegrated into a puddle of condiments when I picked it up. Finally, the meat itself was tasteless. I slid the burger-like thing from in front of me and paid my bill. If you're looking for an American burger, then take this American's advice, DON'T go to Burger Me. The place might as well be called Bugger Me!
zorigtu: Actually, there is always a run on Cheetos up at the Jenny Wang's in Pinnacle Plaza, Shunyi. Once a delivery arrives, its a couple of days before each flavour has gone. The Jalapeño flavour is amazing and cannot be good for your stomach lining! They are super delicious though, even leaving you with the memory through red fingers for a couple of days after eating...........
notruescot: Kosher Salt, in and of itself. I'm so addicted to that stuff that I will just lick lines of it off of my kitchen bench. Who needs cocaine when you have rabbinically-blessed NaCl from the Dead Sea?
notruescot: It was Friday rush hour in Sanlitun, and it was the only way for Ms Chicken to have any chance of catching a cab and being on time for a date with dashing Mr Rooster at Wangfujing, to feast upon some ginger wok-fried worms.
patpong: Godiva's Sea Salt 50% Dark Chocolate Bar. You think, "It's not that bad! It's fancy, the salt is artisanal Fleur de Sel du Guérnde from France, and the chocolate is dark and high in anti-oxidants. Plus, it was a chrismas gift, it would be rude not to!" And then you realise you've eaten an entire slab of chocolate in 5 minutes, and that a pile of sugar and salt, no matter how fancy, is still in the end, a pile of sugar and salt. There goes the new year's resolution...