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| I couldn't wait to get back to Qingdao to share this with my niece Emily. I can just hear her saying: "You make all that stuff up, Uncle Tom." I don't have any pictures from Thursday lunch, when I had my first-ever eel (think "river snake"), but I do have pictures from Thursday dinner. |
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| We were visiting Taiwan, and a contact took us to a sidewalk restaurant that was lively with locals. I got excited when the table settings were all different. | Written menus don't usually exist in this type of restaurant. David and our contact went inside to decide what to order from the fresh ingredients that were on display. | |||||||||||||||||
| So why did I feel something special in the air? It wasn't only the beer barrel in the picture above or only the lively drinking-game version of scissors-paper-rock that was going on at the table next to us. But when I saw this whacky panda poster on the wall above our table, I didn't care that I couldn't translate it--I belonged here. | ||||||||||||||||||
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