The first is Grandma’s Kitchen, a discovery made very early during our stay. After having some adequate-but-uninspiring mexican at Peter’s Tex-Mex Café (where the all Chinese wait-staff dress in the red, white and blue of the Lone Star state flag), we were a little skeptical about a place that billed itself as “a little taste of home”. But Grandma’s Kitchen has never disappointed. So far, they have the best breakfasts in Beijing: huge omelettes, pan fried hash browns, real crispy bacon. Sounds simple enough, but no hotel we ever stayed in China – and these include two five-star hotels – has ever gotten the trick of seasoning the eggs with salt and pepper. And you can’t get better biscuits and sausage gravy anywhere, yes, even in NC. Further testament to Grandma’s Yankee credibility: sitting next to two Aussies (complete in stereotypical rugby shirts) we overheard, “What’s a skillet? What’s a sausage patty?” And then in mock seriousness, “Waitress, can we have an English menu?” Go Grandma.

Finally, and most recently, I joined some classmates at a little sandwich shop called Sequoia. I was impressed by the egg salad in a pita. Also, so far, the best place to eavesdrop I’ve found (and this is saying something when you consider that 98% of the population speaks a language I don’t understand.) In the heart of the embassy district, I’ve listened in on conversations between a freelance journalist and a reporter for Reuters, listened to a woman who seemed to know everyone who walked in talk about her fellowship and her husband/boyfriend’s so far unsuccessful attempts to get into Darfur, and two very snooty looking Russian women speaking rapidly into cell phones, who didn’t look so snooty when they asked if my egg salad was good. “How do you call it? Ag Salad?” Close enough.
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