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Adam goes Frankestein in China, while enjoying pig's brains
We saved the pig's brain for last, working our way first through dozens of other plates and a bottle of paint-stripping Chinese rice liquor. We went through several rounds of toasts with neighboring tables. A drunk Chinese cop tried to teach us kung fu. Finally, I neatly separated the hemispheres with a chopstick and dunked them into the pot.
The brain was delicious, tender and delicate like a flan. We ordered a second, but the restaurant was out.
The brain was delicious, tender and delicate like a flan. We ordered a second, but the restaurant was out.
I am actually salivating at the thought of this!