Self Serve Hot Pot

Just here in our neighborhood are more restaurants than we could ever explore in our time here, although we are trying hard to catch them all. We ended up at a self-serve hot-pot restaurant and were most likely to joke of the whole place, carefully inspecting each skewer in an attempt to determine what it might contain. Some things did not even warrant a second look, such as the bowl with a brain in it.

We gathered up a bunch of skewers and dropped them into the hot oil, while the server motioned to us to pour our individual sized oil into our bowls. In reading about hot-pots, we had heard that one gets a bowl of oil to dip the food that has been cooked in oil, into before eating it.  Well, it was a spicy oil and added much heat to the already spicy food. 

 At one point, the owner came over and spoke to us, and when we signal that we did not understand, he kept on talking and talking and talking. Even our few glossaries are not sufficient to understand even the context of the message. The food was good and the price was right, paying by the weight of the skewers.

To cool off tongues and lips, we capped off the evening with soft serves before hiking up the hill to our apartment.