Guijie Street

Tonight’s adventure was to a place known as Ghost Street because the restaurants are open 24 hours. We hopped a bus heading in the direction of our desired location. When a map is posted at the bus stop then it is fairly easy to navigate the city, when there is no such map present well then it’s pretty much a gamble since I haven’t figured out how to read Chinese… not that I haven’t tried. Tonight was such a night. Not far from where we had hoped to get off, the bus made a sharp right and careened onto the freeway! So a couple of miles beyond our destination we finally got off of the bus to find that we we not too far from the Lama Temple which was not too far off from where we had intended to go. Basically a decent walk, but not irreparable. After a few laughs and a heafty stroll we found ourselves on the street we had wanted, easily spotted by its dusting of red lanterns. Needless to say, Ghost St. was a treat for me with my wide angle lens.

 

Franck had written the name of a fondue restaurant down on a post-it in a decent but fairly infantile attempt at calligraphy, the simplest characters being the most defined.  It was a suficient rendering because in wandering under the canopy of red lanterns we were able to locate the restaurant we wanted by comparing our post-it to each marquee.
After a short wait, we were seated at a small table that had a huge hole in it, in the middle of a crowded room. The waiter came to our table and after realizing our Chinese was limited he rushed off and sent over a girl who spoke some English. We ordered 3 different broths, an assortment of things to toss into the soup and a couple of Chinese beers. After ordering our food Franck laughed and said that I had a look of fear on my face. It was definitely a new experience for me. Albeit overwhelming, the meal was amazing. I liked the spicy broth the best after adding slices of beef, spinach, bamboo (aka panda food) and prawns… which arrived at the table in their entirety!
   

Chinese beers are fairly cheep and have become a staple of my evening meal. They are always cold or at least colder than sodas, and seem to come in only one size: Big.

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One Response to “Guijie Street”

  1. Dad Says:

    I like beer. And I’m cheap too. Sounds like my kind of place. Great photos. Thanks.

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