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The Coolest Bartender Ever

Here’s a bartender who can really shake it doing some crazy tricks with his weapons of choice at LAN Club in Beijing. This was where I tippled on a sample of mixologist’s Mao’s summer cocktails while bonding with the super fabulous PR guy about the crappy gay expat scene in China. No matter where I go, it seems, my fag hag abilities are never wasted.

I was actually there on work. My goal: to pick a cocktail as City Weekend Beijing’s drink pick. Here’s the triage of drinks I sampled: a cool cucumber concoction, a cosmopolitan reimagined in raspberry, and my favorite – a killer kiwi number made with a fresh, macerated fruit.
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They have a crazy, Philippe Starck-designed interior with all kinds of mismatched chairs, baroque frames, a bathroom fountain where a silver goose spits water onto your soiled hands, and other fantastic imaginings. I sampled my drinks sitting in a giant, red velvet throne with a golden eagle sculpture the size of an 8 year old perched on it, no joke.

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Here’s the writeup I eventually sent in, I don’t know what the published version looked like since I headed back for America the next day:

There’s nothing quite like the magic touch of a good bartender. As easy as giving two parts hard liquor and one part tasty mixer a stir sounds, sometimes we need someone like LAN Club‘s Mao, master mixologist. He produces marvels like their kiwi martini (YY70), where he’s taken a whole kiwifruit and mashed it into a fine, lime green pulp, then fortified it with premium vodka, kiwi liqueur, lime juice, and flavored sugar. The result elevates a somewhat belittled, misunderstood fruit into a whole greater than the sum of its parts – and has us swooning over a simple tipple. We love most of all how there’s a bit of pulp just to make it, you know, more real. “I never taste,” Mao declares of his creations. “I don’t need to.” You can snag it for half price on Thursdays, 9pm-2am, or get two for YY70 on their Wednesday martini nights.

Starbucks in China: The Good, The Bad, and the Sugarfree

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A Starbucks in Chengdu, China

While Starbucks is sometimes seen as a monolithic coffeeslinger to the upwardly mobile masses, the coffee chain’s branches abroad don’t entirely conjure up home. Though it’s mostly a deliciously familiar task of navigating between tall, grande, and venti, be it NYC or Shanghai, I felt alienated at times without my standby sugarfree option and decent English magazines. (I wrote about how much I adored Starbucks in my post about being culture shocked.)

Starbucks is transliterated/translated as 星巴克 (xing ba ke, literally star + transliteration of “bucks”). They’ve  done an admirable and interestingly incomplete job of localizing its stores.

Overall, I will say that the similarities far outweigh the differences. Starbucks is not meant to be a Chinese experience so much as a Western one, including the quirky name scheme for different sizes, which is preserved. Its foreignness, that is to say, is a desirable quality. But the changes reveal interesting cultural differences in how – or which – people drink this stuff.

Some background: the Chinese coffee market is rapidly growing – one industry report pegs growth in the double digits – and there’s plenty of room for expansion. Per capita consumption hasn’t reached .1kg yet, while Japan, another traditionally tea-drinking nation, gulps down 3.3kg per capita. Starbucks first moved into the Chinese market in 1999 with its first store in the China World Trade Center in Beijing and has been expanding rapidly ever since.

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Another Starbucks in Chengdu.

Coffee has really taken off in urban areas, where you can see expats and Chinese alike sucking down giant Fraps during business meetings. Here, it’s more a fact of daily life, but if you talk to the laobaixing (normal people), particularly the older generation and those not as well off, they’ll cringe at the idea of drinking coffee.
On foldout Beijing map distributed by the company, it not only maps every Starbucks locale (66 in total at the time of printing, 68 now), but also touts the chain as a blend of local and American culture. While the menu has a familiar slate of iced coffee, macchiatos, and lattes, I noticed major differences in not only drinks, but also the way they’re ordered.

Here’s a quick and dirty rundown of what you can expect.

What’s different.

1) There’s no sugarfree option.
Actually, the whole concept of “sugarfree” is pretty alien in China. Your only real option for sugarless drinks is diet Coke, and even then, that’s not guaranteed in most restaurants. So when you order your caramel frappucino, rest assured it comes with nothing but real sweetness. If you ask baristas about Splenda, they may look at you blankly (“Fake sugar! In yellow packets!” I tried to explain) but it is offered as a nod to those kooky Western traditions.

2) There’s less customization.
American Starbucks views a coffee drink as a make-your-own affair. The menu is not so much a menu, but a starting point for a perfectly customized, no whip, sugar free, extra shot concoction. Chinese people, however, tend to order coffee as it is labeled on the menu without lots of special requests – partly because most people aren’t that familiar with coffee in the first place. Some menus I’ve seen also have helpful, illustrated instructions on how to order a coffee, with steps like choosing a size and deciding whip or no whip.

3) Specialty flavors cater to local palates.
I tried a coffee with grass jelly concoction that would seem more in place at a bubble tea stop. Bits of black jelly shot up my straw, cool and slippery, as I marveled at the “glocalization” of a simple drink. The bill came out… a lot. Which brings me to my next point.

4) Prices are sky high.
The tall iced coffee, at 15 RMB (about 2.20 USD) is the drink closest to its US price. But since coffee is considered a luxury, lifestyle drink here, its pricing places it firmly out of the reach of many and even caused me to think twice about ordering anything but uh, a tall iced coffee. A simple vanilla latte is 30 RMB, about 4.40 USD, more than you would pay stateside. To put 30 RMB in context, a cheap entree in a Chinese restaurant in Shanghai would run about 15 RMB. A bowl of noodles is 5-6 RMB. Eat several meals or drink a latte? I would hate to choose.

5) There’s no extra charge for soy.
This is a land of soy!

6) People tend to sit and stay.
There’s a lot less takeout business (http://www.seattlepi.com/business/228728_sbuxchina16.html), and a lot more sipping, socializing, and meeting up. People stay for the experience, rather than just grabbing a pick-me-up and dashing.

If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it: what hasn’t changed.

1) Baristas repeat the order in English.
One quirk, however, is “tall iced coffee” becomes “iced tall coffee.”

2) Similar snacks and food are offered.

There’s the same offering of biscotti and muffins, but wait: Starbucks-branded moon cakes! At insane prices!

AHHH!

Yep, that's 328 yuan, or $48 USD, for four decorative cakes. Or you could buy nearly 70 bowls of noodles for the same price. Or a five course meal at a very nice restaurant.

3) Tall iced coffee is pretty much the same thing – and price – on both continents.

It’s my standby cheap, low cal, caffeinated pick me up. When I was back on American soil, it was also the first thing I bought in the LA airport, waiting for my connecting flight. Some good things just never change.

4) Baristas are (bizarrely) friendly.
I have no proof that I didn’t just happen to have naturally friendly baristas. But if you’ve tasted service culture in China, you know that good, Chinese-style service tends towards deferential, not chatty. In fact, my cashier asking casually if I was late to work one morning as I dropped a bookbag on the counter threw me for a loop. I wouldn’t have thought twice about it in the US, but the day before, something similar had happened. Did they… train them to make small talk? I have to wonder.

5) There are plenty of competitors.
Just as Starbucks must contend with independent coffeehouses and chains like Coffee Beanery and Peet’s Coffee in the US, there’s even more visible competition in major cities like Shanghai where every other street sports rivals like SPR Coffee (http://www.sprcoffee.com/), Costa Coffee (http://www.costa.co.uk/), and the Coffee Bean (http://coffeebean.com/).

Happy caffeinating!

See my campy modeling spread; read my silly articles

Hi denizens of the world wide web and faithful readers of my blog, you might be interested to know that I’ve been hard at work updating the content. I’ve scanned a bunch of my reviews and articles from City Weekend, including my super-camp “Shanghai seduction” spread, and added some FAQ’s to answer all those burning questions. Feel free to ask more questions. I promise to post answers. Unless you are some 50 year old dude who wants to have a drink with me. Because I can tell you the answer: really now? I’m actually insulted. Is this some elaborate neg?

I had a baller meal at Gourmet Dumpling House last night, photos and commentary to come! I will also instruct you on how to eat a Chinese meal.

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Capsule Review: Yak Butter Tea

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Based on a tip by the City Weekend dining editor, I sought out something really exotic for a quick cafe break: yak butter tea. I already had warm and fuzzy feelings attached to yaks since a good friend from high school interned at Shokay, a social entrepreneurship startup that sells luxury goods made from yak down. I wondered if the strangely adorable creatures produced tasty beverages as well.

Tibet Cafe, on the famous strip of hutongs called Nanluoguxiang in Beijing, shines like a cheery orange beacon amidst the trendy boutiques and popsicle stands. I arrived around a slow lunchtime, so I took a seat in a deserted cafe. One cup of the stuff was 20RMB ($3-4), pretty damn steep for a drink, especially in Beijing.

I was pretty excited. Until I took a sip. I immediately cringed. It was like drinking salted curdled milk. It smelled like a pungent whiff of cheese, not necessarily a bad thing, but the flavoring was so strong that even when I went in for a third – and fourth – attempt, I couldn’t force it down without feeling kind of sick. The presentation in a solid black mug with the drink’s foamy white head was comforting, as were the Tibetan tapestries and bright color palette, but I just couldn’t force this stuff down. I held my breath and took a giant gulp or two, paid my bill, and left feeling kind of embarassed.

I guess there’s something for all tastes.

Photo of the Day: Beijing Roast Duck at Quan Ju De

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BEIJING – You bite into the skin of this baby. The universe around you dims; the re nao din of the restaurant fades; there is only this gorgeous, golden piece in your mouth that seems solid until your teeth sink in. It melts. It slides, as sensual and full-bodied as a glass of wine; you gasp.

“This is the best thing I’ve ever eaten,” you hear yourself saying.

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