Wednesday, we drove north two and a half hours, across the Yangtze River to the city of Nantong (pop. 7,200,000) to visit another factory.
At lunch, this pitch-black stuff made it around three or four times on the lazy Susan before I got up the nerve to try it. The only thing that it looked remotely close to was deep fried dog poop. I was relieved to find that it was just pitch-black deep fried fish that was as tasty as Mrs. Paul's finest fish stiks. I was told that the black color comes from black sesame.
This is a typical dining room in a Chinese restaurant. All of the tables are round with a lazy Susan in the middle. Large ones, like this one, are usually self-powered. Servers bring the meal one dish at a time and everyone shares everything on the table.
Chinese food rule: It's impolite to ask WHAT it is, but perfectly normal (and expected) to ask HOW to eat it.
Also - never use your chopsticks to point.
With the crackdown on pollution and burning coal, all of the currently operating power plants and factories have undergone modifications to curb emissions. Those that didn't step up and conform have been shut down. All up and down the Yangtze River are HUGE industrial plants. I know the sky looks murky here, but it's a thousand times better than the previous two years.
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