Hot toddies warm us
Roaring log fires keep us home
Empty winter streets
And by 'home', of course, I mean in a bar.
Except that toddies are something of a rarity in Beijing (though becoming less so in recent years), and real fires completely unknown. The original Sanlitun Nanjie Huxley's had one - but that was years ago. And the new James Joyce, I suppose, has one - but it's not all that imposing. Those are the only two I can think of. A sorry oversight on our bar scene.
I may well have to try to go back to the UK at some point during this winter, for a fix of log-fire goodness!
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