WIA: Let me preface this section by saying I really dropped the ball on our eating in Beijing. I usually do an excellent job of planning meals out and making reservations when necessary, but I got very little help from our hotel staff and just didn’t do a good job with coordination. I mentioned the duck at QuanJude Roast Duck Restaurant in the previous post. There are a few famous duck restaurants in Beijing, so I’m not sure what really distinguishes one from the other. I ate at Da Dong on a previous visit and it was good, but I don’t know that I could tell you if one restaurant was better than the other. My intention was for Kalp, Ezequiel, Jenn, and I to eat at a Chinese restaurant next to Tiananmen Men Square when we finished our tour of the Forbidden City. Unfortunately, the restaurant had been closed for a year and since it was past 2:30, most other places were not still serving lunch. We ended up at Capital M, which served international food, and had a great view over the square. The food was overpriced, but it wasn’t terrible. I had the Danish Smorrebrod, which was a plate full of the little Danish open faced sandwiches. It was past 3pm. I would have eaten anything.
For our last evening, we stayed in the ChaoYang area, which is near where we were staying and had dinner at Karaiya Spice House. This was a Hunan restaurant, so the food was extremely spicy. We ordered the grilled steak and steamed prawns, but got them both prepared mild. I ordered the spicy shredded duck, which I thankfully asked for to be prepared medium. It was so delicious, but also so painful to eat. I couldn’t stop eating it even though it was so unpleasant. I was downing my beer and water constantly and trying to balance the spice by eating some of the non-spicy dishes. Nothing helped.
WID: In the morning, we went to the Temple of Heaven, which is a giant park full of temples that all look alike. Tourists are able to navigate the area using gigantic oversized maps that you can buy at the entrance.
WIS: Even after visiting Beijing, I can’t tell you what location of town would be best to stay. The city is so spread out, so I don’t think anywhere is ideal. We ended up taking taxis everywhere. There is a decent metro system, but the stop “near” our hotel was like a 20 minute walk. We stayed at the Hotel G, which is a W wannabe. Since in China, there are name brand knockoffs of everything, it seemed fitting to stay at a name brand hotel knockoff. Our room was huge, modern, and relatively nice. The breakfast wasn’t that impressive, which is partly their fault, but we had also just spent a week at the Ritz in Shanghai, which had an incredible breakfast buffet each morning. My main problem with the hotel was with the lack of assistance they were able to provide in navigating the city. With a few exceptions, there was no dedicated concierge and no one on the staff spoke or understood English extremely well. They were effective at responding to our inquiries, but were not proactive in offering up advice, like that there are four entries to the Temple of Heaven, which would have been helpful to know since we were meeting Kalp and Ezequiel at the entrance. Beijing is not an easy city to get around so if I were going back, I would splurge for a hotel with a well trained staff and a helpful concierge. There was a stark contrast between the help we received at the G and the Ritz the previous week. Obviously, we can’t always stay at the Ritz, but I think when going to a city that is more difficult to get around, it is important to choose a hotel with a helpful staff. Not providing proper guidance led to a lot of frustration and discomfort during the trip.
WAM: We drove by the Olympics site and saw the Birds Nest and the Water Cube. They were cool looking. If we had more time, we would have gone back to see it closer up. Also, foot massages are big in China. I abstained, but sat in the room and drank beer while providing commentary as Jenn, Ezequiel, and Kalp received theirs.
WTF: I get that the taxi drivers in Beijing are not the most educated bunch and that they come from other regions and may speak different dialects. Here’s what I don’t understand. At some point, if they’ve worked there long enough, one would think they’d know the major sites, know common things that tourists ask for, and not be total assholes. We had someone from the hotel explain to a driver that we wanted to pick up our friends at a different hotel and then go to HouHai, the Lakes District. Not only did he not know where that area was, but didn’t understand the picking up our friends part. This is after someone from the hotel explained the whole thing in Chinese. He then wanted us to pay him more money because he was frustrated. We had several drivers who refused to drive us anywhere and run the meter. They wanted us to agree to inflated set prices as if we were complete idiots. There are plenty of other examples from our time there. It’s amazing to me that this is after the city hosted the Olympics and supposedly much effort was put into training the taxi drivers.
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