I have to say — when you bang into someone (especially girls) here in China that have good command of the English language, they blast off like a rocket and there’s little you can do to stop engaging them in conversation. They’re that good.
Sadly, when I was at a restaurant with a friend who was that brilliant in English as of late, I was disappointed (but also amused) with the Chinglish on the menu. Especially for getting New Orleans wrong…
I was also a fair bit upset that there were no potatoes on offer — what would I make of the nearest equivalent, the patato?…
What It Should Read: New Orleans Wings; Potato Waffles
Taken 27 January 2011 in Beijing
PS — the “Shirmp Dots” also look suspect…