David Sedaris tries rooster blood, and some other stuff.
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“It was while eating my second duck tongue that the man at the next table hacked up a loud wad of phlegm and spat it on to the floor. ‘I think I’m done,’ I said.” — David Sedaris, in a brief, gastronomic travelogue of a recent trip to China, where he kind of hated all of the food. Not to mention the spitting. [Guardian UK]
