Can't complain though (and I didn't) - not with the mad company, the cheap beer, and the strip 5-10. And of course, the FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD.
The soup that had me thinking it had giant "hei bi" swimming all around. Spicy soup, not quite my cup of steamboat though.
We didn't think we could, but we did finish that mound of liver.
That soup. Oh, that soup. THAT freakin' soup.
Chicken feet fest. Ignore that blubbery pork knuckle.
It is no joke.
The Tsingtao hangover and the parched throat from the soup binge the morning after. I should have been resting at home, but I almost got a heatstroke on the basketball court instead. Just two games, and I was flat out.
I am woozy now. But happy I have mad friends. : )
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