I hit the Engrish jackpot

Last night we had dinner at one of the most famous local restaurants in Hangzhou. I won’t disclose the name of the place, because the English translations of many dishes were ridiculously bad, and I don’t want to embarrass the guilty party. Unfortunately, many of the pictures are blurry, because I was laughing so hard when I took them, it was hard to hold the camera steady. For your enjoyment, here are the highlights.

Red oil his head
Bad sweet hairtail
Multidemensional beautiful blueberry juice
Multidimensional better aloe yogurt
Crisp sweet shoe
Experience that fish stew bullfrog
The green spiral frog meat stew
Burning flesh
Three fresh bean curd stick to talk on.
Oil until shrimp
Bean curd stick burned child row
Peaceful type to swim silk
Shrimp explosion of eel
Pickles hot peppers fry a few
Sprint fish more than
Onions fried bag
Vegetarian mushroom pot when bacteria
Fresh spinach grinding
Green moss of burning flesh
Beauty is silver piece shrimp
Sweet cattle increment in the ribs
The sauce detonation eel roll of cabbage in clay pot
In a duck
Loose fish taste volume
Pumpkin burn octopus
Paper is element of
Very beautiful fried fans
Feeding stinky tofu

Pretty sad when you think about it.

I was going through the cash in my wallet this morning, and noticed this bill:

   
 The bill is old and was ripped, and has been meticulously taped back together.

It’s worth about 16¢.

I wouldn’t go through all that trouble for 16¢. Would you? If this bill were mine, I’d just toss it out.

But 16¢ meant enough to somebody that when the old bill ripped apart (or just wore through, from the look at it), it was worth their time and effort to tape it back together.

This bill’s experience reflects the economic reality of a portion of Chinese society. There are people in this country that are so poor that a bill that can’t even buy a bottle of water in the city means something to them.