Nanjing is a rather interesting city. However, among the other cities of my traveling career, it does not deserve to be revisited in for a fourth blog post. Yet last night, a peculiar thought crossed my mind. What amazing flash of enlightenment entered my head? Well, I need to tell you how my night went first.
Ever since arrival, my stomach has felt the pressure to constantly work through meals. Even late into the late night, something appealing always intrigued my appetite. But two days of this lifestyle are more than enough. Leading into last night's dinner, I really did not feel like swallowing another bite of anything.
Of course, grandma’s friends invite us to Nanjing Impressions in the Confucius Temple area, perhaps the most popular spot in the city. While walking past the restaurant, a line snaked out the door into the sidewalk and street. Luckily, Uncle Li in our party exhibited great foresight and arrived an hour and half before the service resumed, reserved a seat, and desperately held on to the table against the waiters and waitresses trying to free up space. To his happiness, we arrive and buy some time -- it's much harder to kick out a group of three.
Soon, the rest of the dinner guests arrived. We order and chat, both of which I am challenged with. Eventually the food begins to flow, and things get simpler. Food is good, but nothing significantly different than other experiences. The dishes were greasy: a perfect fit for the noisy drinking restaurant. I felt a bit out of my comfort zone, but it is expected of any country I visit. At one point a leak appeared above our table, dripping water from air cooling system over an empty seat next to me.
At the end of the meal, I reflected upon my vivid experience, and concluded that the food was a bit underwhelming for the massive line outside. It was a bit greasy for my taste, which is saying something coming from an American cuisine lover. I've always been a firm believer that the method is more important than the ingredients, and this dinner's methods were extraordinary in my standards. The atmosphere was of a tastier flavor. The shouting of men, clacking of chopsticks, sucking of lobster shells -- all staples in Chinese cuisine -- made strong appearances in the restaurant, as they should. That informal culture of Chinese dining is vital to the experience. It's not an authentic experience if there isn't an obnoxious "waiter!" or “waitress!” call from the depths of the tables.
So what was my epiphany? When I walked out of the restaurant, filled with food and empty of energy, I realized something extremely important. I wanted a burger.
(Reunion @ Cloud Restaurant 07/19/2019)
(Reunion @ Nanjing Impressions 07/19/2019)
(Reunion @ Flower Trace Boutique Hotel 07/19/2019)
骏惠书屋(Junhui Reading Rm 07/19/2019)
(Ice Plant Salad @ Cloud Restaurant)
(Plain Tofu Skin @ Cloud Restaurant)
(Boiled Jellied-Bean-Curd @ Cloud Restaurant)
(Fresh Scallops in Broad Bean Soup @ Cloud Restaurant)
(Broad Beans & Egg Soup @ Cloud Restaurant)
(Mother's Daisy & Egg Soup @ Cloud Restaurant)
(Braised Lotus Root Sandwich in Agritainment @ Cloud Restaurant)
(Boiled Lamb Chops w/ Soy Sauce @ Cloud Restaurant)
(Seafood Comb @ Cloud Restaurant)
(Jinling Noodles in Light Soy Sauce Broth @ Cloud Restaurant)
(Fried Patty w Turnip Shreds @ Nanjing Impressions)
(Jinling Signature Salted Duck @ Nanjing Impressions)
(Tofu Pudding @ Nanjing Impressions)
(Crab Dumplings in Soup Served in Small Bamboo Steaming Basket
(Signature Duck Blood & Bean-Starchy Vermicelli Soup
w/ Poached Lion's Head Meatball @ Nanjing Impressions)
(Yangtze Whitefish in Chicken Broth @ Nanjing Impressions)
(Garlic Crayfish @ Nanjing Impressions)
(Boiled Shredded Dry Bean Curd @ Nanjing Impressions)