Is what the Missus told me on the flight to Beijing. The Missus repeated this as I arose from a post Lu Rou Huo Shao and Suan Nai induced coma. Evening had come around, and though I'd probably not eat dinner, the Missus set out to provide evidence. And it didn't take very long to prove Herself correct. On one of the side streets stood the University's "restaurant row" of sorts. Though many of the little carts and folks grilling meat on open braziers had been "cleaned up", there was still a good bit of activity.
It was a mecca of little restaurants for students, single guys, and other workers. Here are a few photos of some of the places.
It seemed like mostly hot pot and Sichuan style shops, though I loved the effort one of places put in with the "Engrish" sign. Laobester Soup anyone?
A few blocks away a Jian Bing stand was doing steady business.
Though this stand made the "crepe" on the traditional round griddle, it too was stuffed with lettuce, or a type of cracker.
So we decided to pass. Plus, I really wasn't very hungry.
The Missus did get Her "corn fix" at the stand next door though......
The Missus said the corn tasted strange.... as in "like dirt" strange, so I made Her discard it. It was a nice little stroll, and helped us make a few plans for.....
....the next morning. The side wasn't quite as crowded at 6am, though the sun was up and brightly shining.
Nearer to the street, the various shops were a bit busier, and it was easy to pick out the one we wanted to try. You look for the line........
The Missus was sure that this was the right choice..... She raised Her nose in the sir, much like our mutt Sammy, sniffing, and said, "this is old school youtiao."
The place was run by two sisters and their brother from Anhui. Though they all looked barely out of their teens, they worked with calm efficiency. The young lady handled the demanding crowd, eager to grab their food and go, with a very gentle, "please don't worry, no need to rush, we'll get you your food soon." While the young man made the fried crullers up fresh.....
Cutting the dough with the skill acquired through countless "reps", the young man stretched and twisted the dough just before lowering it into the hot oil.
The dough puffed up proudly, and was deftly turned several times.
Then removed to the basket next to the wok. The young man looked a bit alarmed when he first saw me taking a photo..... possibly thinking I was the "food police" perhaps? He gently spoke to me in Mandarin, when I answered, "I'm sorry, I don't speak Mandarin" in English, he smiled, and moved his index finger as if snapping photos on an invisible camera, and went back to work. I guess it all made sense to him now......
While the Missus was placing our order and paying, I found us a couple of seats in the crowded dining area. The Missus also ordered some porridge and youtiao for Her Mom back at the hotel. This porridge had been prepared a bit ahead, and was given to us in sealed cup.... I guess they've got their bases covered.
While the Missus enjoyed Her porridge.....
And a couple of tea eggs, I had a couple of Baozi.....
The Baozi filling was quite tasty, the tops nicely steamed, but the bottoms a bit soggy. I was quite full after four, and couldn't quite believe how folks, like the two young men on the next table could chow down two dozen of these.
Over the years, the Missus had told me that the youtiao in the states could never measure up to what She grew up eating in China. She fondly recalls walking down to the youtiao stand every morning, with an old pail that was to be filled with youtiao to be eaten with the families morning porridge. She has tried to articulate what made the youtiao in China so perfect, but I could never understand.... until this morning. This youtiao, looking very humble, was amazingly light, and airy, not overly doughy like what we've usually had in SoCal. The exterior has a gentle "crackle" of sorts, but is not too crusty. It is not oily in the least, and has a mildly yeasty flavor, though I'm sure the oil it is cooked in may not be the cleanest in the world. It is also the perfect vehicle for dipping into porridge.
It was the best of several youtiao we had on our trip. For me, be it so humble, it was a revelation. For the Missus, it was comforting..... so much had changed in Beijing over the years, but this had not.
nice that the youtiao didn't change, looks like a nice amount of food too.
Posted by: kat | Saturday, 05 June 2010 at 09:59 PM
When we went back to Shanghai a few years ago, I couldn't recognize the streets or know where to go, though I grew up there. But the Youtiao didn't change a bit. It was our standard breakfast every morning. Even to this day, my husband still remembers it fondly.
Posted by: Liz | Saturday, 05 June 2010 at 11:30 PM
Whereas you'll always be hungry reading Kirk's blog. :)
Posted by: Chubbypanda | Sunday, 06 June 2010 at 03:02 PM
Hi Kat - It was comforting for the Missus.
Hi Liz - That's a wonderful story! Change is inevitable, but it's good to know that some of the great things don't change.
Hey CP! Great to hear from you. I hope all is well.
Posted by: Kirk | Monday, 07 June 2010 at 08:11 AM
Wow, I love the way you describe the you tiao. I'm curious to how it tastes compared to the ones I've had in Taiwan. It sounds like it tastes different.
Posted by: kirbie | Monday, 07 June 2010 at 10:47 AM
Hi Kibie - I really wouldn't know, unless I tased the youtiao in Taiwan......
Posted by: Kirk | Monday, 07 June 2010 at 10:50 PM
Kirk,
crullers like these are the ones my wife always talks about. She's from Taiwan, when we visited her folks, she took me to the neighborhood breakfast place. crullers in sesame sao bing with cold bowl of soy milk. That was the best. I can only assume the reason the ones in the states are so doughy is that they won't keep as well or will be crushed too easily. But freshly fried ones are the best.
Posted by: jeff c | Friday, 25 June 2010 at 03:18 PM
Hi Jeffrey - I'm also wondering if the ingredients are different in the states as well.
Posted by: Kirk | Friday, 25 June 2010 at 06:20 PM