Not Feelin The Frog

Me: Does it taste like chicken?
Husband-san: Actually, it takes like frog.

And it did. We went to Family Li’s restaurant tonight (thank you Yvonne). Down a hutong in northwestern Beijing, we were all a little nervous as we made our way down the narrow street. No sign on the door, this little restaurant is actually about six different tiny dining rooms joined by a narrow walkway. With little heat, we sat in a room with four tables, one of them taken by a group from Tokyo. Then the procession began. Over 30 little plates filled with all sorts of things were presented – two different kinds of bean curd, marinated shredded carrots, celery, fried bean curd, fried fish, scallops, abalone, Peking duck, pork, chicken, beef and yes – frog. Not just frog, but snow frog. It came mixed with custard and we stared at it for awhile. Husband-san was the first to be brave, and Jed and I soon followed.

It was a great dinner, despite the fact that Jed was "not feelin the frog"