hotpot

Chongqing in summer hits 40°C — and I mean that literally, not as a figure of speech. The kind of heat where walking from your front door to the car feels like a bad life decision. So where do locals go? Underground. Not basements or malls. Real air-raid shelters dug into the mountains during World War II. Today they're converted into hotpot restaurants, tea houses, and even a museum. The temperature inside stays around 22°C year-round, no AC needed. I took a British family to one last week. We sat in a cave tunnel eating hotpot while outside the city baked at 41 degrees. The dad kept touching the stone walls, amazed that 80-year-old military tunnels now serve the best goose intestine I've ever had. That's what I love about this city. Nothing gets thrown away. Every space finds a new purpose.

A family from London asked me to take them to a 'real' restaurant in Chongqing. Not the tourist ones on Hongyadong. So I took them to my uncle's hotpot place in a side alley near Jiefangbei. No English menu, no pictures — just the smell of numbing Sichuan pepper hitting you from the street. The dad looked nervous. Two hours later he was dipping beef tripe like a local, sweating through his shirt, asking me what else Chongqing has that tourists miss. That's the thing about this city — the best stuff is never on TripAdvisor.