We got up a little late and had to take a cab over to the class. Which was at noon. We found it, and it was a building with a walled courtyard and several places to hold cooking classes or demonstrations.
Mike, his English name, was our Chef. His command of several languages was evident. He understood and spoke enough Japanese to communicate with a woman who took the class, there were 2 Korean women there as well and he was able to put together enough Korean to help them over the humps. Besides Bill, myself, and Denae were the 3 Americans. It turns out that Denae lives in Brooklyn, very close to Brooklyn Tech. Small world!
Here is Bill observing Mike and his very sharp clever. Bill did come away with all of his fingers!
Mike is demonstrating how to cook street noodles
Eggplant
Carl and Bill trying to look business like...
We walked over to DTF, which is one of several outposts around Shanghai. The food was really good. The place was bursting, with each table full of people eating and drinking. Carl was running a bit late, so Bill and I were seated and had an adult beverage. The table immediately to my right was 5 men and 1 woman. These buys were putting away the beer and soju big time. They kept dropping their glassware and the staff would scurry over and sweep up the broken glass and mop up the mess. This happened several times during the course of our meal. At one point, one of the men was asleep at the table and Bill said he saw him with his head in a trash can near the bathroom. It was just too close to us to be amusing. I kept wondering if they would get thrown out or worse someone would get sick right there. The restaurant kept serving them alcohol thought!
We then cabbed home to our hotel.
Mike, his English name, was our Chef. His command of several languages was evident. He understood and spoke enough Japanese to communicate with a woman who took the class, there were 2 Korean women there as well and he was able to put together enough Korean to help them over the humps. Besides Bill, myself, and Denae were the 3 Americans. It turns out that Denae lives in Brooklyn, very close to Brooklyn Tech. Small world!
Ta Dah, "Drunk Noodles"
We walked over to DTF, which is one of several outposts around Shanghai. The food was really good. The place was bursting, with each table full of people eating and drinking. Carl was running a bit late, so Bill and I were seated and had an adult beverage. The table immediately to my right was 5 men and 1 woman. These buys were putting away the beer and soju big time. They kept dropping their glassware and the staff would scurry over and sweep up the broken glass and mop up the mess. This happened several times during the course of our meal. At one point, one of the men was asleep at the table and Bill said he saw him with his head in a trash can near the bathroom. It was just too close to us to be amusing. I kept wondering if they would get thrown out or worse someone would get sick right there. The restaurant kept serving them alcohol thought!
We then cabbed home to our hotel.
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