1) I didn't realise just how many foreigners there were in Beijing now.
2) I didn't realise that almost all of them are under 25.
3) I didn't realise they'd all be in Tun on Friday evening.
4) I didn't realise how annoying young people are.
5) I didn't realise just how old I've become.
But I know now. Oh yes, I know now.
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Wow, you went from paying to listen to Coldplay covers to hanging out with frat rats? What a wonderful night it must've been. Should've come down the street to Sandglass and engaged in learned disputation.
Are the burgers at Tun any good, at least? I keep hearing them compared to White Castle hamburgers, which cannot possibly be true.
Not last night, the night before. The show was actually pretty good, the Coldplay interlude (and super-inflated door fee) aside.
The burgers at Tun are not at all bad, but their gimmick is that they are tiny. I think they come in groups of three, and it's still not much of a meal.
The disputation has to be very learned to entice me into Sandglass. Especially when - as you warned me - it's full of couples. Though by that stage I was already at home and about to turn in. Yes - 1pm! My earliest night in a week and a half!!
Er, I meant 1am, of course.
And I don't believe I've ever had a White Castle burger. Is my life dangerously incomplete?
I still don't get the grudge against Sandglass -- the backpacker crowd has mostly, thankfully, been leached away by Salud, the Reggae Bar, etc. Of course, now there are Chinese yuppies, but they usually don't stay very long.
As for White Castle burgers: it's been years for me, as I think they've more or less vanished at a chain from the East Coast -- but the deal was that they were small, cheap, square burgers loaded down with fried onions, and you'd eat two or three at a time. (Or more, if you had a normal appetite. Three usually did for me.) They were pretty good, but not life-changing in the way that, say, the Cameron burger is. (High-resolution photographic proof.)
I don't know if this was just a one-off aberration, but they dumped unadvertised guacamole all over my 'Mexican burger' at Luga's Villa the other day. You might want to give that a try if your Cameron-craving gets the better of you.
My twofold grudge against Sandglass is that it feels like a coffee shop, not a bar; and, you know, that resident clique of slightly pretentious, boho, faux literati.
...resident clique of slightly pretentious, boho, faux literati.
Nah, most of us have passed on to better places by now. You've got a point about it feeling more like a cafe, though.
2 or 3 White Castle burgers at a time???
Holy crap, that's a supermodel diet. White Castle burgers, like their Southern counterpart, and Elvis' favorite, Krystal, are sold by the sack. 10 sliders to the sack. They can only be eaten when drunk, or otherwise intoxicated. And though the next day is not a good feeling, the sack can usually be consumed in entirety without a great degree of problem.
Nashville is one of those blessed cities on the boundary between North and South that has both White Castle (usually in joint stores with Church's Chicken) and Krystal.
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