Every laowai (foreigner) in Beijing knows this bar. Despite it’s location (if you look for ‘nowhere’ on a map then Wudaokou - the area where this bar is - is in the middle of that, miiiiiiiiles out of town… but in a thriving expat community nonetheless), this bar is always busy. It’s 24-hours so that helps. But then again it is tucked away inside a bookshop…
...In summary, if you happen to be stuck in wudaokou (i.e. you live there… there wouldn’t be a reason to go otherwise) then this is an OK bar to go to. I would say there are better bars in wudaokou but the reason I give this bar 3 stars and not 2 is because it’s quite near to the subway station - the fastest way back to the city. Actually I will give it 2 stars.
...In one respect it's very strange that The Tree is raved about in Beijing for having the best pizzas. I suspect this is simply because they impress visitors with the huge oven that greets them upon entry and imparts the notion of authenticity which is all too often unfamiliar among non-Europeans. In another respect, it's not really surprising at all given that 99% of the patrons of this restaurant are, what I like to call, cunts...
...However I may have still been able to enjoy it (it was being washed down with a fine Belgian beer after all!) had it not been for the UNFATHOMABLY rude twats all around me, abusing the waitresses at every opportunity and gathering there only to try and ignore the fact that they're in China, the only place in the world where anyone would be kind enough to offer their sort any respect. Alas, these are just the sort of people one is likely to come across in the hellhole that is Sanlitun. That's another star gone right there.
Oh go on then. 1 star for the beers. It's not like I have a choice.
If you like being:
- Physically and mentally molested by literally hoards of impatient peddlers trying to push their fake gadgets into your face "Herro sir you wanna buy raptop??"
- Completely ripped off for buying a bag of dead-cat-mulch that's been squeezed into a lovely new sony laptop casing.
- Bartering endlessly long after you thought you'd agreed on a price.
- Having to make at least 2 return trips to replace or repair whatever you've bought.
- Trawling through a plethora of identical little stalls, all equally suspect, as you are carried by the current of crowds of equally frustrated customers.
...then you'll LOVE zhongguancun
Silk Street Market:
Imagine what it would feel like to staple your eyelids to your feet and then do a few star jumps...
You see where I'm going with this review...
This monstrosity is somehow still described in all the guide books (well, websites these days... books are history) as an enchanting place where one can come to do all their souvenir shopping, be one seeking genuine cultural artifacts or knock-off clothing and handbags. In reality, stepping through the doors is like being sucked into one giant putrid arse-hole with each bum-hair brushing your face on the way in, pressuring you to buy an immitation emperor's costume made out of bubblewrap and asbestos. Basically at some point the municipal government scraped all the shit of the streets and piled it up into this one giant colostomy building. Yes that's right, do not be inveigled! It's actually a building (with no windows), not a street at all, as the name confusingly suggests....
...Fear not, dear Qypers, for I prometheatically provide you with this hidden gem. It's a good job that the gods - z