So, I’ve been pretty bad about posting lately. Needless to say, I survived spring break unscathed only to be hit with a paper when I got back.
This last weekend has been fabulous. We traveled to Shanghai for the weekend, most of which I spent tromping up and down Nanjing Lu, the Bund, and French Concession, not to mention burning a giant hole in my wallet at the Yu Gardens bazaar (touristy stuff and some sweet clothes) and Xiang Yang market (a treasure trove of knock off handbags, jackets, and shoes). I also soaked in a little culture at the Shanghai Art Museum, which is currently featuring a selection of works by modern Latin American painters.
We also hit up some of my favorite spots from my last trip, including Simply Thai in Xin Tian Di, and Number Five bar on the Bund. We also listened to the jazz band at the Peace Hotel, which is composed of adorable geriatric Chinese musicians. The playing wasn’t the great, but I felt like I’d just stepped back in time (aided by the purchase of a retro-style dress earlier that day). The jazz at Number Five was much better and featured a very nice vocalist, though the chill atmosphere almost had me passed out in my oversized leather chair.
However, the greatest amount of my time was definately spend stumbling around the JC Mandarin Hotel buffet, wide-eyed and drooling. I don’t even like buffets. I have eaten at an awful lot of buffets on this trip, and it’s safe to say that it was probably the best I’ve had thus far. The food was actually so delicious that I became paranoid about supply shortages and began hoarding plates of pizza, cheese, and museli. (Hey, everybody else was doing it too.) The JC Mandarin was also the first hotel I stayed in that actually had a bathroom scale, allowing me to monitor the progress of my rapidly expanding waistline.
Sadly, we left Shanghai on Monday, a little bit poorer and a little bit fatter. I’ll miss the fabulous restaurants, trendy bars, shopping, glitz, glamour, European architecture, beautiful subway system, and cab drivers that wear uniforms and white gloves.
I already miss the buffet.