I always know what I’m getting myself into, especially when it comes to food.  But I don’t know what it was about this night- maybe it was the big vat of oil and flickering yellow lights that altered my senses, maybe it was fried mystery meat guy’s ‘friendly’ t-shirt- whatever it was, my general good food judgement was thrown entirely out the window.  While at sea.  And washed up on a deserted island.

What I do know is that this stuff looked oh-so mouth-watering tasty, smelled like a million oily bucks.  So much that I made the DiploMan walk by four times, like I was staking out the joint.  ok, wait, I guess I was.  So I just had to get it.  I suppose, in my altered state of mind, I expected a fried skewered chorizo or something (I know, I know, I have to remind myself that I’m in China….)

Whatever it was, it’s a stretch to say that it was even alright.  But B made sure I ate every last little nugget (damn his pride, and mine too).  Actually, I am pretty sure I had fried testicles or something up (down) that alley…