Eating out in China is always an adventure–to say the least. Most restaurants have picture menus so it’s pretty easy to point at something and hope it’s beef, or chicken, or pork, or something other than fish intestines or curried lamb snout. So the other night we go to a place near Melissa’s school–it’s busy, well-lit, clean, and nobody inside is smoking–all good signs–and this place even had English descriptions next to the pictures. As usual on this side of town, we’re the only expats (read: whities) in sight. So we start flipping through the menu, looking at the pictures when I spy something that actually makes me let out a loud, instinctual gasp: “dog’s meat.” Really? We had heard that nobody in Beijing eats dog and that it was only found in certain rural districts and cities in the south. But then again, this was a Korean BBQ joint. (caution: graphic)
We saw a skinned whole dog for sale in a market in Seoul a couple of weeks ago, also something for which I was unprepared, and in fact, it kind of ruined what was turning out to be a great day in a fantastic city. Younger Koreans are absolutely appalled by the practice of eating dogs, but the older folks, well… But to see it on a menu in a restaurant was all I could bear. Definitely crossing that place off my list.