I honestly have been enjoying the food in Beijing, but let’s face it, I’m an American. I love American crap food. I get cravings for things like mashed potatoes and mac & cheese. So when we spotted a Kenny Roger’s Roasters in the airport, we had to go—partially for the food, and partially for the fact that we thought it was so hilarious that Kenny, of all people, had set up shop in China.
Sadly, his roasters just don’t translate. This was probably the grossest meal I’ve eaten in Beijing—even worse than the fried oil stick I tried on my first day.
But Kenny, I still love you as a person. And Islands in the Stream is still my favorite song of all time.
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