• 14May

    The other day I went to KFC.  Not my choice but we were meeting someone there so we grabbed a bite to eat… Here’s some fun pictures.  I figured I had to get something that was as similar to something that you could buy in the States.  So here’s my chicken sandwich…


    It was basically constructed the same.  Sad hamburger bun, breaded chicken, the random shredded lettuce, and the strange white mayo sauce.  I’ll admit it wasn’t awful, but at the same time it wasn’t great.  The chicken was on the dry side and there was definitely a lot less greasy oily goodness.  It was also a lot smaller than one that you would get in the states.  You could get this lovely sandwich with a coupon for 10 RMB ($1.50).  I think without the coupon it was around 14 RMB ($2.05).  Quite expensive for your average local.  Especially when that just includes the sandwich.  If you want to add a drink it shoots the price up to around 20 RMB.  Compare that too my huge plate of rice and meat and veggies with soup for 6-8 RMB… and you wonder why people would want to go to KFC.  Here’s a shot of the counter.  It really looks just like the states =)


    They sell chicken sandwiches, fish sandwiches and what I can only guess is the equivalent to a “Crunch Wrap Supreme” at Taco Bell.  You can see that they also have the kids meals with Barbie and Hot Wheels toys.  There was also a mini play area towards the back of the restaurant.  To me the Pepsi tasted a little different, but that could also be because I haven’t had a Pepsi since I was last in the States.

    Overall it was a fun experience, but I think I’ll stick with my local food!

    Speaking of experiences… I had an interesting one the other day.  While walking home on most days there will be the usually stare down by a lot of the locals.  Mostly I think they’re staring at me because they can’t figure out if I’m a local or a foreigner.  I’m not all blonde haired blue eyed with fair skin… but my dress and the way I walk and my backpack scream foreigner.  So I see a lot of furrowed brows over the course of a day.  I think I’ll take it over the “drop jaw” that a lot of my white friends get when walking down the street.  I think if I wore more “Chinese” clothes… I’d get a lot less looks, as I’ve been told that I could probably look like some of the northern people.  There’s just something in me that can’t bring myself to wear stockings with my sandals, or sporting a solar shield visor (when I had a bike) or using an umbrella when it’s sunny outside.  Anyway… so I’m walking the same way I do everyday… when I pass by a guy (walking in the opposite direction) who’s giving me the furrowed brow… then he mutters under his breath “Wai Guo Ren??”  (meaning foreigner… directly translated to “Outside Country Person”)… sort of annoyed I just put my head down and keep on walking with a slight shake to my head.  But then the guy turns around and basically chases me down… says Hey… “Ni shi wai guo ren?” (Are you a foreigner?)… trying to get rid of the guy… I say “bu shi” (Nope).  Then keep walking… so then the guy follows and stops me and goes off about something… so I’m thinking… shoot busted… so then I tell him in Chinese… that I’m sorry I don’t have time right now I have to go… but then he keeps on talking!!  So then I tell him that I don’t understand what he’s saying… THEN he keeps on TALKING… so then I tell him again in Chinese that I don’t have time…. so THEN he keeps on talking… saying “don’t be afraid of me”… I say I’m not afraid that I really just have to go.  THEN he keeps on talking… I say I don’t understand… he asks what country I’m from… I say America… then say I HAVE TO GO!  So then he says “Oh” and KEEPS ON TALKING.  I say “I’m sorry I don’t understand”… he says “Oh you don’t understand”… THEN says it again using the SAME words and talking in the same speed!!!  THEN!!! He moves on to something else and this time I catch some of what he’s saying… as he’s asking me if I have a boyfriend.  WHAT THE?!?!  Um.  “Yes?”, I say because even though I thought it was awkward before… NOW it’s super awkward.  Random man!!  He asks “Where?”  Um…”In America?” I say.  “Oh”, he says.  I say one last time… sorry I have to go… I don’t have any time.  And I walk away….  Wow…. just wow… so I walk away… shrug my shoulders… and remember… TIC.  (This is China).

    What a funny place.  At least it makes for good blogging.  Hope you got a good laugh out of this one.


    Posted by LupLup @ 2:08 am

4 Responses

  • Net2 Says:

    Hahaha…so funny!! I hope that doesn’t happen again!

  • 2Lup's Mom Says:

    Lup Lup has a random boyfriend… 😮

    Whoa, be careful!

  • s Says:

    that is the best story yet

  • Unka John Says:

    Dear Niece,
    So now that you have admitted that you have a boyfriend here in the US, I guess the proverbial “cat is out of the bag.” Only, I would really like to know who this person is so that he can be properly invited to the next family “get together” – or maybe we could announce some sort of “announcement” if you know what I mean. And if you think that being in China affords you some sort of immunity to the implications of your inadvertent confession, remember that there is such a thing as vicarious romance, so if need be I am sure that we could come up with “an arrangement.” Just let us know what we need to do . . .
    Obediently yours,