travel

Took a French couple to a food market in Chengdu last month. They wanted to try everything but had no idea where to start. I told them: pick whatever vegetable or meat catches your eye, hand it to any stall owner, ask them to cook it. No menu. No prices. Just point, nod, and wait. The wife grabbed a green leafy thing she had never seen. Turned out to be water spinach (空心菜). The owner stir-fried it with garlic in two minutes. Cost: 8 yuan. She stared at the plate like it was magic. She told me later that was the best meal of their trip. She still does not know what she ate. Some of the best meals in China do not happen in restaurants. They happen on plastic stools in a market alley, eating something cooked by someone whose grandmother taught them.