Chopsticks aren’t the only wooden slivers of Chinese culture slipping under my skin here, but they’re part of something I meant to mention in my previous post (I’m not as shallow and unappreciative as it might seem when I’m muttering about some tiny injustice).
Sharing dishes at dinner is the only normal way now. Hepatitis immunizations make the luxury restaurant option of serving chopsticks unnecessary, as we all poke in to piles of delicious food with our own two sticks. We can usually get away with ordering one or two dishes fewer than the number of diners. The two times I’ve sat down to an individual meal in the past month or so, I’ve felt weird. That’s just not done. Food is for everyone. I like that a lot.
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Dude, that is a little strange. I wouldn’t mind trying it, though; surely would save money. I like to sample from people I know already–just gotta expand it to strangers…interesting note on culture.
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