Kaitlyn, who hates Chinese food (and basically everything else about this country) and I set out on an adventure tonight, involving the metro, some misguided Google Maps directions, some wrong turns, a Starbucks in an attempt at wifi and a map, and a cab driver (who didn’t seem too friendly but got us there), but what eventually brought us to a little taste of home.
And by little I mean a big ole slice of oh my goodness I think I’m back home in the South. An expat bar by the name of the Southern Belle. Today being Fat Tuesday, we treated ourselves to some jambalaya and a hurricane (They were on special. It’s crazy because we can legally order drinks in this country). It was some good jambalaya too, not just, I’m in China this tastes good cause I know what it is, but good for not being in Louisiana jambalaya. Not as good as Mama’s though (that’s going on the list of things I want Mama to make me when I get home, yep gonna go ahead and start that now).
The craziest thing, we felt like we were at home, at a bar in Spartanburg having dinner. Everyone in the place was an expat (with the exception of the staff, who were obviously Chinese), and it would have been almost perfect if the group of guys playing darts near us hadn’t been speaking in British accents. Flags from the Southern states were strung up behind the bar, and the bookshelves next to the fireplace were lined with American authors like Dan Brown, Pat Conroy, and Tom Clancy. The top shelf of the bookcases showcased a slew of Southern whiskey and bourbon. They even had the special edition Republican/America Maker’s Mark. All with Cajun music piping in over the speakers.
As much as I enjoy the food and the experience I’m having, it is nice to know that there’s one little tucked away place where I can go for a pick me up or a taste of home when I really need it. Makes this whole experience even that much better.