Date: Thursday evening, April 9
Status: Seven exhausted, starving tourists.
Mission: One more metro trip to Chinatown for our favorite cuisine!
The Gate in Chinatown! Oh Yeah! Food! (The very un-asian Starbucks on the corner really bummed me out but hey! Food! Keep your eye on the ball!)
...Bilabong boy here is cute, but the real picture is the size of Timmy's mouth in the background...poor Timmy!...trying to feed his starving little body with his left hand! That boy does love sesame chicken!
Now it didn't shock me any when they sat us in the back. We were tired, somewhat smudged from the day's business of sightseeing, snacking and pummelling each other on the capital lawn (more on that later)...you know the usual...plus we had a toddler who true to form and expectation spilled her water in the first five minutes. These hostesses know "back of the restaurant material" when they see it walk in the door...
But they didn't have to sit us by these!!! We were sitting right beside these glazed chickens the whole meal...what I assumed were chickens anyway:
until they opened the door in the back of the case and hung up two more...and we realized they were ducks...hung by their cooked heads...looking down on us as we ate their brother...!!!...well half of their brother anyway....and he was very good. You can see the beak to the left of the stainless steel corner. Why? Why the head? They didn't serve it to us...just to hang him by I guess.