Peking Duck

So how could we leave Beijing without having duck? Fortunately there was a specialist duck restaurant in the next door mall. It is a huge mall, and one of 3 locally...(Chinese socialism is an amazing blend. On the drive earlier there were fabulous exhortations to further progress and socialism, community and loyalty but the malls are enormous and shiny - you could be anywhere. The people seem prosperous and we haven't seen a single rough sleeper (though there any number of reasons for that?). Our guide told us that in China men retire at 60 and women at 50 so as to make sure there are jobs for the rising generation. I could be retired!!). Anyway after wandering the shiny floors and watching the iceskaters on the rink at the bottom of the atrium we found our Duck.
Crispy skin, pancakes and everything you would expect. The chef came to our table and sliced it in front of us...unlike at home the result includes the head...
Stuffed we toddled back to the hotel and treated ourselves to a drink in the bar after which we returned to our room. It then transpired that dad hadn't paid for the drinks or given our room number but being westerners we stand out sufficiently for them to pursue us to our room! Very red faces on our partRead more