Butchered English (and this one was actually on a T-shirt!)

From what I recall, this installment of Butchered English On T-Shirts (And Some Other Places Too)!!! came to our attention on Day 2 or 3.  I think it was Day 2 at the Forbidden City.

**A digression on what an amazing name for a tourist attraction “The Forbidden City” is.  Ignore all the Red China history, if you will, for  a moment.  I don’t care what it actually is, because The Forbidden City could be a collection of Porta Potties filling the California state fairgrounds and I would still want to say I’ve been there.  How awesome is it that “The Forbidden City” is an internationally recognized place and you can say you went there.  Forbidden?  Pshaw.  I went there.  No biggie.

Anyway, Day 2 and we were already noticing the absurd english represented on T-shirts.  Therefore, without further ado:

Butchered English On T-Shirts (And Some Other Places Too)!!!: T-shirt front: Ideas for Making Useful Articles with Silver Dust Dish Towels.

Day 2: Beijing; Tiananmen Square and Forbidden City

Breakfast.

Outside our hotel stands a small shack – really just a covered counter with a hot plate, where a man and his son make maybe the best thing ever invented: they make some sort of bread/crepe-type deal by spreading batter on a hot surface.  Then they poke a hole in it and pour some egg liquid inside and the egg fries in between the pillowy bread layers.  Then they smear plum sauce and chili sauce all over it, fold it up, and put it into a plastic bag.  Then you tear open the bag and eat the treasure on the bus while going to Tiananmen Square.  Breakfast is awesome.