hahahahaha .... I couldn't help but laugh at that.I know this is a foody kinda newspaper (?) so lets have a little chat about foos (not like ye upscaler may eat in Beijing,) but us out in the colonies. First we gat this thing called binggan 饼干， which supposedely translates into `cookie'. Now it ain't like any cookie I ever ate in Canada. Dry, tasteless circles of dirt is what I call 'em , no moisture, no sweetness, no fat at all. So a cookie first and foremost oughta have some sweetnes, and a bit of succulence. Now then ya got these plastic tubes of mystery meat, probably dessicated pig nostrils, which are supposed to be meat, yet they are sweeter than the cookies. So ya gots things that should be sweet, that ain't sweet. ya got things that oughta be salty, that are sweet. I think it is a yin/yang sorta deal, that wheel just keeps spinnin aroung. Dove chocolate bars are correct, but I think they are imported. Potato chips, not bad.
You takes a bite of bland cookie and a bite of sweet weenie. Repear, repeat. For a real treat you do like Beijing McD's a few years back: Oreo cookie and spam semmitches. I served my time in the trenches in the food wars. All one winter in Fourth Grade I ate school lunches at Franklin Elementary Vernichtungsschule in Great Falls, Montana. Don't talk to me about the Tommies going over the top at Ypres. Not till you've had 90 straight days of Macker-ronny 'n cheese Monday, Purex-flavored chili Sloppy Joe Tuesday, Corn 'n mayo pizza Wednesday, Burnt toast and faux cheddar semmitch Thursday, and boiled dog weenie in stale bun Friday. Ever since them years, I've battled Pepto-Bismol addiction.
Beersmith, Grill 79 Debut New Brunch Options
If there is one thing I have really missed over the past month it's weekend brunch. Normally a staple of my weekend, I’m always on the look out to try new brunch spots. Well, just before everything shut back at the beginning of May I got the chance to try out Beersmith’s new brunch menu.
Although Beersmith first launched this new brunch menu back in mid-April, with in house dining banned from the beginning of May until now, there was only a very brief period to enjoy it. Well, with restaurants and bars now open (hallelujah) why not celebrate this weekend with their revamped brunch menu!
First off, the biggest news for those who enjoy a boozy brunch is that Beersmith now offer a free flow deal that runs from 11.30am to 3.30pm as well as their usual afternoon free flow that runs from 4pm-8pm. The deal includes all craft beer, house wine and sparkling wine for only RMB 158, or if you don’t want to commit to free flow, all pints of craft beer are RMB 35 from 11am to 8pm.
Along with the new free flow deal, Beersmith have created a brunch menu with a whole range of dishes from classics to more unusual offerings. When I went to Beersmith just before everything closed, I tried out their Huevos Rancheros (RMB 68) and was not disappointed. The eggs were cooked perfectly, with just the right amount of runniness and the fried tomato rice was packed with flavor.
As a Brit, I always love a good fry-up and can’t wait to try their Beersmith Pub Breakfast (RMB 98), this includes eggs, Cumberland sausage, bacon, grilled tomato, beans, rocket salad and to truly complete the whole experience, traditional black pudding which can be a rarity to find in Beijing.
Other tasty looking items are their classic Scrambled Eggs and Smoked Salmon (RMB 68) or for a more unusual option the California Flatbread with Avocado (RMB 58) that includes grilled chicken, sundried tomatoes and corn. For those looking for a more light and healthy option they also have a Fruity Breakfast Bowl (RMB 48) or Hot Porridge with Berries (RMB 48).
But it isn’t just Beersmith that have upped their brunch game recently, with sister hotel China World Summit Wing also offering up some fresh deals. If you’re looking for a brunch with a little more extravagance and luxury thrown in, then you should definitely check out Michelin restaurant Grill 79. They have created a new brunch concept titled “Weekend Brunch in the Clouds”, up on the 79th floor (hence the name) you can enjoy brunch with one hell of a view.
They are offering an all you can eat brunch for RMB 488, and only for an additional RMB 66 you can also add free flow of selected wines. Their brunch selection includes everything from seafood to steak, to cold cuts or for those nonmeat eaters, a range of vegetarian and vegan salads.
Whether you’re looking for a more fancy brunch or something more low key, there is one thing that’s clear, weekend brunch is back in all its glorious forms!
Beersmith
1/F, Hotel Jen Beijing, No. 1 Jianguomenwai Avenue, Chaoyang District
朝阳区建国门外大街1号新国贸饭店1层
Grill 79
9/F, China World Summit Wing, China World Trade Center Phase 3, 1 Jianguomenwai Dajie, Chaoyang District
朝阳区建国门外大街1号国贸大酒店79楼
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Now let me tell a bit about `foodies' or attituted in general in China about Western food. For some reason, in China everyone thinks we live on mashed potatoes and hamburgers. I can walk half a kilometer, in my hometown, of working class people in a city of about 250 thousand people,and get Greek food, Italian food, Mexican food, Thai food, fake Chinese food, real Chinese food, German food, Jamaican food. I can go to the Chinese food store and buy any Chinese condiments and spices that I want, I can go to the Carribean food store and buy any hot Jamaican spices I want. I can go to the Indian food store and get Indian spices and foods, I can go to Nabils store and get Lebanese spices and food. ... I gots more variety of food choices in 500 meters of street than maybe you have in Beijing. But please Chinese folk, we do not live on hamburgers and mashed potatoes, and have access to a greater variety of food than you will likely ever have. Why? You don't have any immigrants. These are things that immigrants bring to a country.I know this is a foody kinda newspaper (?) so lets have a little chat about foos (not like ye upscaler may eat in Beijing,) but us out in the colonies. First we gat this thing called binggan 饼干， which supposedely translates into `cookie'. Now it ain't like any cookie I ever ate in Canada. Dry, tasteless circles of dirt is what I call 'em , no moisture, no sweetness, no fat at all. So a cookie first and foremost oughta have some sweetnes, and a bit of succulence. Now then ya got these plastic tubes of mystery meat, probably dessicated pig nostrils, which are supposed to be meat, yet they are sweeter than the cookies. So ya gots things that should be sweet, that ain't sweet. ya got things that oughta be salty, that are sweet. I think it is a yin/yang sorta deal, that wheel just keeps spinnin aroung. Dove chocolate bars are correct, but I think they are imported. Potato chips, not bad.
You takes a bite of bland cookie and a bite of sweet weenie. Repear, repeat. For a real treat you do like Beijing McD's a few years back: Oreo cookie and spam semmitches. I served my time in the trenches in the food wars. All one winter in Fourth Grade I ate school lunches at Franklin Elementary Vernichtungsschule in Great Falls, Montana. Don't talk to me about the Tommies going over the top at Ypres. Not till you've had 90 straight days of Macker-ronny 'n cheese Monday, Purex-flavored chili Sloppy Joe Tuesday, Corn 'n mayo pizza Wednesday, Burnt toast and faux cheddar semmitch Thursday, and boiled dog weenie in stale bun Friday. Ever since them years, I've battled Pepto-Bismol addiction.
So there we was, me, Hairy Ayn Rand, Mike, Gin, Crazy Timmy, whom came and crawled under our table, lay on his back and began analyzing the interstices of the meshwork that comprised our table, Then my friends Lucille and Doug came, obviously in some afterglow of enormous saxaphone playing. We all pulled up a chair together , unfortunately Hairy Ayn had to sit on my lap, and she seemed to squirm a lot, which caused me to spill my beer all over my newly purchased copy of Wittgenstein's Philosophical Investigations. Hairy-Ayn's squirming in fact seemed to caused some stains on my newly purchased jeans. I sent the bill to Mike, and he assured me his accountant would deal with it. Now Gin seemed to be in a foul mood, and resused to speak to anyone. Now let me say a bit about Lucille and Doug. Lucille and Doug are actually cats, callico cats in fact, that roam the herebyes, however according to an animal psychiatrist that has looked into the matter, they both identify as intersexual humans. So Doug, pounced upon my lap, I stroked him very well. Meanwhile Lucille jousts herself upon Mike's lap. Mike whacks her hard with a hard cover copy of some Aryan book or another, thus Lucille hops over to Hairy-Ayn's lap and Hairy-Ayn strokes Lucille very well, as I could clearly see.I know this is a foody kinda newspaper (?) so lets have a little chat about foos (not like ye upscaler may eat in Beijing,) but us out in the colonies. First we gat this thing called binggan 饼干， which supposedely translates into `cookie'. Now it ain't like any cookie I ever ate in Canada. Dry, tasteless circles of dirt is what I call 'em , no moisture, no sweetness, no fat at all. So a cookie first and foremost oughta have some sweetnes, and a bit of succulence. Now then ya got these plastic tubes of mystery meat, probably dessicated pig nostrils, which are supposed to be meat, yet they are sweeter than the cookies. So ya gots things that should be sweet, that ain't sweet. ya got things that oughta be salty, that are sweet. I think it is a yin/yang sorta deal, that wheel just keeps spinnin aroung. Dove chocolate bars are correct, but I think they are imported. Potato chips, not bad.
I know this is a foody kinda newspaper (?) so lets have a little chat about foos (not like ye upscaler may eat in Beijing,) but us out in the colonies. First we gat this thing called binggan 饼干， which supposedely translates into `cookie'. Now it ain't like any cookie I ever ate in Canada. Dry, tasteless circles of dirt is what I call 'em , no moisture, no sweetness, no fat at all. So a cookie first and foremost oughta have some sweetnes, and a bit of succulence. Now then ya got these plastic tubes of mystery meat, probably dessicated pig nostrils, which are supposed to be meat, yet they are sweeter than the cookies. So ya gots things that should be sweet, that ain't sweet. ya got things that oughta be salty, that are sweet. I think it is a yin/yang sorta deal, that wheel just keeps spinnin aroung. Dove chocolate bars are correct, but I think they are imported. Potato chips, not bad.
Now let me tell ya bout foxes holes. I have been in a few of them. Some foxes holes are dank and musky, some pristine and almost virginal. Most are somewhat betwixt. Now let me tell ya bout Hairy-Mary Rayce and her fox-hole. She went an upbuilt herself a concrete fox-hole somewhere in the Himilayas. She made it very hard to enter. It was a difficult journey, mounting tumuli, kicking aside bricks and mortar. It was a very slim fit. However, once in, the verisimiltude of gestation and birth canal, combined with wisely timed hipwise and vaginal hugs/contractions of her doing, caused some to fits of delirium. Don't axe me how I know this.The authorities have been warning of a veritable Holocaust unless we all hunkered in the bunkers (keeping social distance even in the foxholes and all KIA double-masked till the corpses started to stink.) You, however, missed brunch. That put it all in perspective. Were this England, I'd see to it you got the Victoria Cross, I would.