Due to increasing popular demand I'll prepone my food dump. As with all the other pics I posted so far, these are raw preview files directly from the camera. They're not digitally "developed", yet, so the colors and especially the brightness values are a bit off.
So let's do this!
Fried corn pancake. Tasted good but way too large a serving to not get saturated by the oil after eating half of it.
As all things Sichuan the very good kind of very spicy. And curiously I couldn't tell if it's been just the right amount of coriander or it was a large amount but it tastes less annoying here.
Can recommend. Also free refills for the white tea.
This just had to be good. Wasn't. It was some kind of fried dough but tasted like drinking the frying oil while you had to really chew the shit like years old hard toffee. I gave it my best but only got through three of these.
TIL Kung Pao actually means chicken. The owner of the place told (Many use voice-to-text translation) me that my prime minister also just ate chicken 'here'. That's how I found out Angela's been to China again.
Fuck yeah Sichuan pepper, I'm all for it!
Morchella with what might've been rumen, wasn't sure, but it had significant grooves. Also chili that was way more flavory than hot.
Friggin enormous pot of noodle soup. Lots of cabbage, leek, kelp, and so hot and hot (Get your shit together, language!) that I walked out with a fucking blister inside my mouth! Still premium dish, though.
Decided to walk into a cafe to have some non-street-food desert.Turns out it was a very posh restaurant and waiter and waitress got super confused as to how to serve two pieces of cake at once – so extraordinary! Tiramisu didn't even look remotely like we know, tasted like eternal nothingness. Coffee was alright for Chinese standards, I guess. Costing around 10€ this was the most expensive dish I've had so far, by a factor of three.
I have no idea what this was. Got it in the tropical mountain forest where several women offered them for stair-weary folks on their way up to the monastery. It had a white-purplish peel that they nimbly chopped off with a small machete. Tasted really good, remotely like watery peach and had the consistency of, I can't tell, really. Somewhere in between unripe pear and a harder melon.
Just had to get one of these :D
I'm usually not very fond of duck, but alas I'm not nearly being as picky as at home, I gave it a go. LPT: When in Sichuan do as Sichuanese do. If someone offers you a fork or spoon to your dish, take it ;) At first I was like 'Nah thx, I can handle the chopsticks just well enough', but the waitress proceeded to show me how this is done. You use a fork to open up the dumpling-like pockets then fill in the ducky duck – mind the bone splinters – close it and enjoy. No shame in using a spoon for rice either.
First meal in Yunnan first time encountering ground beef. Still a bit hot, though not as spicy. Good stuff. The bowl to the right for once didn't contain tea, but very clear broth instead.
enjoying the blog, but definitely needs more food photos! hälsningar från Astrid också:
长胡子的老虎,茉莉花龙的继承人: Oi sann, hjertelig takk og hilsen tilbake! And I got you covered :D
Got disinfected with some weird spray before leaving the plane and walked through thermometric sensors to make sure I don't bring in any foreign germs. Further 'alien' processing went through without any hiccups whatsoever and whilst getting on the Metro it totally paid off choosing Chengdu as my point of entry. Everything's in English and super high-end – choose your destination on a touchscreen map, get your 70c ticket and off you go. It's a breeze.
Got to my hotel four hours before earliest check-in time, but the guys where so nice as to prepare my room in 20 minutes after I arrived. This is the view from my top floor suite. Don't fret – it's way less urban-hellish than it may seem :P
Later on my good fortune balanced out when I set off the nasty alarm of the safe in my room, the bowel bubbling I received from the glibbery rice goo on the plane churned itself down the drain and I discovered that it's quite impossible to access any English navigation service or app. Managed to finesse my way to a Maps.me setup file, though, and it's all good now.
When I walked by earlier in the afternoon a guy and his wife stopped me and asked for taking a photo. Not of them with Mao, but with me as a lucky charm.