At the Henan restaurant, the table looked like a military offensive against hunger: wood ear mushrooms, pork with peppers, a whole braised fish, a mountain of noodles, leafy greens—and a bottle of clear spirit that smelled, all on its own, of “morning-after regret.” Plus the classic disclaimer in the bottom right corner: Minors, please don’t … Continue reading Baijiu, Beer Bomb & Raw Garlic – A Date That Guarantees a Tomorrow