- Colombia le perdonó la vida a Argentina e igualaron 0-0
Le perdonó la vida? Somos demasiado benevolos... una razon mas para no ir a un mundial, porque alla esta lleno de gente mala que no perdona un gol. - Empate con sabor a victoria
Desde cuando un empate es victoria? Empate es empate... a la mierda con las cuentas y los numeros, a punto de calculos no se gana. - Bolillo sí sabía cómo borrar a Messi, ¡qué zorro!
Zorrisimo ese Bolillo... Sera lo suficientemente Zorro pa' realmente poner a jugar a colombia como equipo? - Colombia los "congeló"
ehh, como asi? los dejo quietos.. por un empate. - Waka Waka y aroma de café en la tribuna
Si hubiese gandado argentina seria: No valio Waka Waka pa tanto Tango. - Crecidos Ante Argentina
Seguimos crecidos con Argentina por la unica vez que le metimos 5. Cualquier empate es excusa pa crecernos otra vez. - Colombia mereció los tres puntos
El que merece los puntos es el que gana... no un empate. - Argentina, cabizbaja
Claro... empate! Uno no celebra un puto empate! - Colombia creció ante el favorito
Seguimos creciditos... que verguenza. - Argentina, impotente
Esta si es la tapa de la olla!! Impotente!! Impotentes nosotros cada que no vamos a un mundial por estar celebrando un marica empate!!
07 July, 2011
Celebrando Empates con sabor a mediocridad!
06 July, 2011
24 June, 2011
10 June, 2011
Pardise Gourmet en Medellin!
20 April, 2011
How to be a Hash House Harrier
Jared Romey explains the time-honored tradition of getting wasted and running places.

Over the course of the last five years, I’ve hashed with 28 packs in 11 countries. I’ve run through Muslim slums and desert oil fields in the Middle East, the four green fields of Ireland, the sugar cane fields of Barbados, the shiggy of Puerto Rico and the urban density of Port-of-Spain, Trinidad. I find Hashers to be the best people in the world. People who will go out of their way to pick you up at the airport, transport you around their town, let you sleep on their couch, run through the woods with you, and share their alcohol - Saigon Sally (aka Curtiss), PRH3
New in town? Looking to explore out-of-the-way, non-tourist places? Know where to meet fun people? The answer is the Hash. No, it’s not the drug. It’s not the food, either. And it’s mostly legal.
Somebody’s in trouble! Photo by davidclow
You usually first hear about it in whispers. “You Hash?,” someone may ask. “What’s that?” you reply. “Oh nothing. You kinda run some, but not always, and there’s definitely lot’s of beer, maybe even a bit of nudity. But only if you want. It’s really not as bad as it sounds. You should try it. It’s fun. I promise.”
Think of the Hash as kind of a social filter for great friends. It weeds out the straight-laced, responsible people. The left-over misfits are Hashers.
They may be Marines guarding the local embassy, the pilot who just landed your plane, that guy who manages your off-shore bank accounts, the CEO of a haircare company or a recent grad teaching English to locals. They may be expats or locals. Marathoners, teetotalers, pot-bellied couch potatoes, multi-lingual math geniuses, beach bums. They are all Hashers.
The Hash, more formally known as Hash House Harriers (HHH), is a self-professed “Drinking club with a running problem.” Founded before World War II, the Hash has grown into a worldwide phenomenon. This social club meets in cities throughout the world. Most meetings include some form of running or walking and alcohol, often both at the same time. There is always singing and perhaps a little debauchery.
Normally, running is straight-forward. One foot in front of the other and keep going. But this is the Hash. The catch? Nobody knows where the trail leads. It’s also possible nobody knows where the trail begins. And at times nobody even knows where the trail is. Symbols on the ground, generally made with flour, mark the trail for hashers. These symbols are explained at the beginning of the trail, during the chalk talk, given for the Virgins in the crowd.
Photo by basumus
Flour marks the dead-ends, song checks, beer checks, boob checks, the real trail and false trails. On any given trail, there is a 100% chance someone will get lost at some point. Just make sure you are not that person.
After the run/walk, there’s always the Hash circle. Punishments are assessed for the stupid stuff people do along the trail. These violations could be sex on the trail (no, not REALLY sex, just PDA), technology on trail, shortcutting and numerous other invented violations. The punishment is always the same. Get in the circle. Sing a song. Do a down-down. Repeat. Hares do down-downs, defined as singing a song and then slamming down your beverage of choice in one gulp. Virgins (new hashers) do down-downs. Front Running Bastards (FRBs) do down-downs. Really, everybody does down-downs.
Also, if you become a regular you will be named. Often, it is after you screw up or do something stupid. Most likely, it is not a flattering name. Ankles for Earrings, Passed Out Pumping, Play In My Pants (PIMP), Clitty Litter, Stick It In My Socket and Naughty Man are all Hash names that evoke a certain fear as to what devious behavior earned them these names.
Photo by espanol
For as off-the-wall as it sounds, most Hashes are well-organized groups. Each Hash is run by a Mis-Management Committee of a General Manager (GM), Religious Adviser (often the most unholy of people), Hare Raiser, Hash Cash, Beermeister and Haberdasher. The Committee organizes each event, everything from who lays the trail and runs the Hash circle, to purchasing beverages or offering merchandise for sale. Most Hashes charge a nominal fee to cover expenses, but you will recoup this in fun and friends in the first five minutes.
Find out about your local Hash ahead of time. Is it family-friendly, pet-friendly, extreme runners only or for walkers too? Each Hash is different. Some are miles of running, with a smidgen of social activity thrown in at the end. Others are social events, with a bit of a walk as an afterthought.
There are Hashes where kids are present, manners are required and drinking is kept to socially acceptable levels. And then there are Hashes where including kids would be a felony, alcohol consumption is beyond belief, and a little nudity is a given. No matter which version you choose, meeting great people is guaranteed.
From http://matadornetwork.com/nights/how-to-be-a-hash-house-harrier/
How to be a Hash House Harrier
29 March, 2011
A couple of Beijing figures
02 February, 2011
¿Que es eso de AIESEC?
¿Que es eso de AIESEC?
25 November, 2010
101 Greatest Simpsons Quotes

- Homer:D’oh.
- Ralph:Me fail English? That’s unpossible.
- Lionel Hutz:This is the greatest case of false advertising I’ve seen since I sued the movie “The Never Ending Story.”
- Sideshow Bob:No children have ever meddled with the Republican Party and lived to tell about it.
- Troy McClure:Don’t kid yourself, Jimmy. If a cow ever got the chance, he’d eat you and everyone you care about!
- Comic Book Guy:The Internet King? I wonder if he could provide faster nudity…
- Homer:Oh, so they have Internet on computers now!
- Ned Flanders:I’ve done everything the Bible says — even the stuff that contradicts the other stuff!
- Comic Book Guy:Your questions have become more redundant and annoying than the last three “Highlander” movies.
- Chief Wiggum:Uh, no, you got the wrong number. This is 9-1…2.
- Sideshow Bob:I’ll be back. You can’t keep the Democrats out of the White House forever, and when they get in, I’m back on the streets, with all my criminal buddies.
- Homer:When I held that gun in my hand, I felt a surge of power…like God must feel when he’s holding a gun.
- Nelson:Dad didn’t leave… When he comes back from the store, he’s going to wave those pop-tarts right in your face!
- Milhouse:Remember the time he ate my goldfish? And you lied and said I never had goldfish. Then why did I have the bowl, Bart? *Why did I have the bowl?*
- Lionel Hutz:Well, he’s kind of had it in for me ever since I accidentally ran over his dog. Actually, replace “accidentally” with “repeatedly” and replace “dog” with “son.”
- Comic Book Guy:Last night’s “Itchy and Scratchy Show” was, without a doubt, the worst episode *ever.* Rest assured, I was on the Internet within minutes, registering my disgust throughout the world.
- Homer:I’m normally not a praying man, but if you’re up there, please save me, Superman.
- Grandpa Simpson:My Homer is not a communist. He may be a liar, a pig, an idiot, a communist, but he is *not* a porn star!
- Mayor Quimby:I stand by my racial slur.
- Comic Book Guy:Oh, loneliness and cheeseburgers are a dangerous mix.
- Homer:You don’t like your job, you don’t strike. You go in every day and do it really half-assed. That’s the American way.
- Chief Wiggum:Fat Tony is a cancer on this fair city! He is the cancer and I am the…uh…what cures cancer?
- Homer:Bart, with $10,000 we’d be millionaires! We could buy all kinds of useful things like…love!
- Homer:Fame was like a drug. But what was even more like a drug were the drugs.
- Homer:Books are useless! I only ever read one book, “To Kill A Mockingbird,” and it gave me absolutely no insight on how to kill mockingbirds! Sure it taught me not to judge a man by the color of his skin…but what good does *that* do me?
- Chief Wiggum:Can’t you people take the law into your own hands? I mean, we can’t be policing the entire city!
- Homer:Weaseling out of things is important to learn. It’s what separates us from the animals…except the weasel.
- Reverend Lovejoy:Marge, just about everything’s a sin. [holds up a Bible] Y’ever sat down and read this thing? Technically we’re not supposed to go to the bathroom.
- Homer:You know, the one with all the well meaning rules that don’t work out in real life, uh, Christianity.
- Smithers:Uh, no, they’re saying “Boo-urns, Boo-urns.”
- Hans Moleman:I was saying “Boo-urns.”
- Homer:Kids, you tried your best and you failed miserably. The lesson is, never try.
- Homer:Here’s to alcohol, the cause of — and solution to — all life’s problems.
- Homer:When will I learn? The answers to life’s problems aren’t at the bottom of a bottle, they’re on TV!
- Chief Wiggum:I hope this has taught you kids a lesson: kids never learn.
- Homer:How is education supposed to make me feel smarter? Besides, every time I learn something new, it pushes some old stuff out of my brain. Remember when I took that home winemaking course, and I forgot how to drive?
- Homer:Homer no function beer well without.
- Duffman:Duffman can’t breathe! OH NO!
- Grandpa Simpson:Dear Mr. President, There are too many states nowadays. Please, eliminate three. P.S. I am not a crackpot.
- Homer:Old people don’t need companionship. They need to be isolated and studied so it can be determined what nutrients they have that might be extracted for our personal use.
- Troy McClure:Hi. I’m Troy McClure. You may remember me from such self-help tapes as “Smoke Yourself Thin” and “Get Some Confidence, Stupid!”
- Homer:A woman is a lot like a refrigerator. Six feet tall, 300 pounds…it makes ice.
- Homer:Son, a woman is like a beer. They smell good, they look good, you’d step over your own mother just to get one! But you can’t stop at one. You wanna drink another woman!
- Homer:Facts are meaningless. You could use facts to prove anything that’s even remotely true!
- Mr. Burns:I’ll keep it short and sweet — Family. Religion. Friendship. These are the three demons you must slay if you wish to succeed in business.
- Kent Brockman:…And the fluffy kitten played with that ball of string all through the night. On a lighter note, a Kwik-E-Mart clerk was brutally murdered last night.
- Ralph:Mrs. Krabappel and Principal Skinner were in the closet making babies and I saw one of the babies and then the baby looked at me.
- Apu:Please do not offer my god a peanut.
- Homer:You don’t win friends with salad.
- Mr. Burns:I don’t like being outdoors, Smithers. For one thing, there’s too many fat children.
- Sideshow Bob:Attempted murder? Now honestly, what is that? Do they give a Nobel Prize for attempted chemistry?
- Chief Wiggum:They only come out in the night. Or in this case, the day.
- Mr. Burns:Whoa, slow down there, maestro. There’s a *New* Mexico?
- Homer:He didn’t give you gay, did he? Did he?!
- Comic Book Guy:But, Aquaman, you cannot marry a woman without gills. You’re from two different worlds… Oh, I’ve wasted my life.
- Homer:Marge, it takes two to lie. One to lie and one to listen.
- Superintendent Chalmers:I’ve had it with this school, Skinner. Low test scores, class after class of ugly, ugly children…
- Mr. Burns:What good is money if it can’t inspire terror in your fellow man?
- Homer:Oh, everything looks bad if you remember it.
- Ralph:Slow down, Bart! My legs don’t know how to be as long as yours.
- Homer:Donuts. Is there anything they can’t do?
- Frink:Brace yourselves gentlemen. According to the gas chromatograph, the secret ingredient is… Love!? Who’s been screwing with this thing?
- Apu:Yes! I am a citizen! Now which way to the welfare office? I’m kidding, I’m kidding. I work, I work.
- Milhouse:We started out like Romeo and Juliet, but it ended up in tragedy.
- Mr. Burns:A lifetime of working with nuclear power has left me with a healthy green glow…and left me as impotent as a Nevada boxing commissioner.
- Homer:Kids, kids. I’m not going to die. That only happens to bad people.
- Milhouse:Look out, Itchy! He’s Irish!
- Homer:I’m going to the back seat of my car, with the woman I love, and I won’t be back for ten minutes!
- Smithers:I’m allergic to bee stings. They cause me to, uh, die.
- Barney:Aaah! Natural light! Get it off me! Get it off me!
- Principal Skinner:That’s why I love elementary school, Edna. The children believe anything you tell them.
- Sideshow Bob:Your guilty consciences may make you vote Democratic, but secretly you all yearn for a Republican president to lower taxes, brutalize criminals, and rule you like a king!
- Barney:Jesus must be spinning in his grave!
- Superintendent Chalmers:“Thank the Lord”? That sounded like a prayer. A prayer in a public school. God has no place within these walls, just like facts don’t have a place within an organized religion.
- Mr. Burns:[answering the phone] Ahoy hoy?
- Comic Book Guy:Oh, a *sarcasm* detector. Oh, that’s a *really* useful invention!
- Marge:Our differences are only skin deep, but our sames go down to the bone.
- Homer:What’s the point of going out? We’re just going to wind up back here anyway.
- Marge:Get ready, skanks! It’s time for the truth train!
- Bill Gates:I didn’t get rich by signing checks.
- Principal Skinner:Fire can be our friend; whether it’s toasting marshmallows or raining down on Charlie.
- Homer:Oh, I’m in no condition to drive. Wait a minute. I don’t have to listen to myself. I’m drunk.
- Homer:And here I am using my own lungs like a sucker.
- Comic Book Guy:Human contact: the final frontier.
- Homer:I hope I didn’t brain my damage.
- Krusty the Clown:And now, in the spirit of the season: start shopping. And for every dollar of Krusty merchandise you buy, I will be nice to a sick kid. For legal purposes, sick kids may include hookers with a cold.
- Homer:I’m a Spalding Gray in a Rick Dees world.
- Dr. Nick:Inflammable means flammable? What a country.
- Homer:Beer. Now there’s a temporary solution.
- Comic Book Guy:Stan Lee never left. I’m afraid his mind is no longer in mint condition.
- Nelson:Shoplifting is a victimless crime. Like punching someone in the dark.
- Krusty the Clown:Kids, we need to talk for a moment about Krusty Brand Chew Goo Gum Like Substance. We all knew it contained spider eggs, but the hantavirus? That came out of left field. So if you’re experiencing numbness and/or comas, send five dollars to antidote, PO box…
- Milhouse:I can’t go to juvie. They use guys like me as currency.
- Homer:Son, when you participate in sporting events, it’s not whether you win or lose: it’s how drunk you get.
- Homer:I like my beer cold, my TV loud and my homosexuals flaming.
- Apu:Thank you, steal again.
- Homer:Marge, you being a cop makes you the man! Which makes me the woman — and I have no interest in that, besides occasionally wearing the underwear, which as we discussed, is strictly a comfort thing.
- Ed Begley Jr.:I prefer a vehicle that doesn’t hurt Mother Earth. It’s a go-cart, powered by my own sense of self-satisfaction.
- Bart:I didn’t think it was physically possible, but this both sucks *and* blows.
- Homer:How could you?! Haven’t you learned anything from that guy who gives those sermons at church? Captain Whatshisname? We live in a society of laws! Why do you think I took you to all those Police Academy movies? For fun? Well, I didn’t hear anybody laughing, did you? Except at that guy who made sound effects. Makes sound effects and laughs. Where was I? Oh yeah! Stay out of my booze.
- Homer:Lisa, vampires are make-believe, like elves, gremlins, and Eskimos.
101 Greatest Simpsons Quotes
13 November, 2010
03 November, 2010
Beijing’s Weirdest and Wackiest Food
Beijing is famous for its strange foods. From scorpion to penis hot pot, CW taste tests it all and dares you to expand your palate. Here are fifteen palate adventures… if you dare. By City Weekend Beijing
One of hundreds of delicious snacks to come out of Chengdu, rabbit head takes pride of place on the menu at Shuangliu Laoma Tutou, arguably Beijing’s best Sichuan restaurant. The heads (¥8 per head) arrive skinned, with eyes, teeth and brain intact. It is cooked in either a five-spice or mala sauce. To get the maximum amount of meat, diners separate the rabbit’s upper and lower jawbones, bite out the tongue, gnaw away the cheek meat, crack open the skull and suck out the brains, being sure to vacuum up any excess meat along the way. While those not fond of bones in their food should probably sit this one out, we found that the interesting textures of the tongue and brains complement the tasty tenderness of the flavorsome cheek meat to make a dish whose only fault is its size—each rabbit head is only as big as a tennis ball.
Even when deep fried, the bulbous head of a silkworm cocoon threatens to hatch something nefarious and wiggly. We hunted down this Yunnan delicacy down at Chuan’r Bar, which specializes in skewering everything from bovine heart valves (¥3) to whole chicken heads (¥4). The silkworm chrysalis here (¥3) thankfully comes with a generous layer of cumin and chili, masking its true taste. Despite rumors of a “nutty” flavor, the spongy interior of our cocoons tasted like a shoe insole smells. More disgusting is the texture, which was very close to what a shoe insole feels like. Brave or inebriated diners can fortify themselves with the knowledge that silkworm cocoons are said to have powerful anti-aging properties. The faint of heart or sober can cheer from the sidelines with a tasty hot pot of skewers and a solid selection of veggie kebabs.
According to Traditional Chinese Medicine (TCM), eating a specific animal organ will improve the health of that organ within you. If this is ever proven, Guolizhuang, aka Beijing's "penis restaurant," will become even more crowded with middle-aged men than it already is. Guolizhuang serves penis, and lots of it: dog penis, horse penis, donkey penis, ram penis, deer penis ... Snake penis is rumored to make men particularly virile as snakes have two penises, allowing copulation with two partners at once. We suggest the penis hotpot (¥988), which includes all the penises mentioned above. The hotpot broth is served with an entire turtle in it, which, according to TCM, produces longer lasting erections. The actual meat, lean and jerky like, has almost no flavor. Its presentation, however, makes it much more exciting to eat than Viagra. All seating is in private rooms, so call ahead for reservations.
Though China amuses tourists with snakes, animal penises and geckoes floating in bottles of everclear alcohol, only one of this nation's strange brews has a taste worthy of its oddness: Fermented mare's milk (¥45). A Mongolian alcohol made from fermenting and then distilling horse milk, the elixir tastes like a sweetened baijiu with a creamsicle aftertaste.Though it may sound disgusting, most expats we've drunk it with have enjoyed the taste and even bought bottles of their own. We suggest picking some up at the Menggubao Chaoshi across from Little Sheep Hot Pot on Ghost Street. The Inner Mongolian foods store serves other Mongolian delights, including a range of spiced jerkies.
The fermented mare's milk is served in a yurt-shaped bottle, which also makes for a nice gift.
Ghost Street is crowded with hot pot restaurants specializing in a classic delicacy: sheep's spinal cord hot pot. One of the best is found on a small alley just east of Dongzhimennei Beixiaojie. The Huayang Jinxing Sheep Spinal Cord Hot Pot Restaurant is full of baijiu fumes and red-faced diners gorging on the dish, which is literally called "sheep scorpion" (羊蝎子) because the spinal cord looks like the poisonous insect. Anything cooked with a bone tends toward savory and hearty, and sheep spinal cord is no exception. The meat itself tasted somewhat like ribs fresh off the bone, but the texture and size of the spine itself was daunting. After you pick off the meat, bite into the spine's soft tissue and cartilage. Suck in the marrow for extra credit.
Kong Liang is one of Ghost Street’s most renowned hot pot restaurants, and regularly pulls in a large crowd of foreigners and Chinese, although its excellent reputation no doubt comes in spite of its pig brain dish rather than because of it. While ancient Chinese literature warns against eating brains (particularly for men), modern nutritionists claim they contains more calcium, phosphorous and iron than regular pork. Kong Liang serves a trio of raw pig brains (¥14), ready to be broiled in a mala hot pot (from ¥36) and dipped in satay sauce. Luckily, the mouth-numbing broth does a good job of covering the slightly rotten meaty taste of the brains, although it is powerless against the disagreeably squishy texture, which is likely to appeal only to fans of equally sludgy "tofu brains." There’s a saying in Chinese that says “eating brains helps the brain,” but we certainly didn’t feel any smarter after eating this.
Though crawling live scorpions and long-horned beetles will not catalyze a rush of digestive enzymes into your stomach, a good deep-frying will sedate your desire to run away. After that it’s all or nothing: close your eyes and bite in. You'll find that, thankfully, any nuance of taste has disappeared. Both scorpion and beetle tastes like a good old fashioned potato chips with a little extra grease. Perhaps your next Halloween costume can be superhero “Venom-man” with eating scorpions as a party trick? Culturally, scorpions and beetles have a long history of being ingredients in magical concoctions that treat everything from epilepsy, rheumatism, tetanus and cancer. But be wary: one vendor teased that the large scorpion variety is imported from the United States, while another reassured that they are indeed a local delicacy. Regardless, one is still left to question the medical righteousness of these bizarre skewered creatures.
A lively painting of a drooling, rabid-looking pig adorns the doorway of the “Duck Intestine Restaurant,” advertising its most popular dish: pig’s feet. Although the chef swears his trotters are cooked according to a home recipe from Yunnan, the flavors (honey roasted, hot and spicy and sour lemon sauce) bear a suspicious resemblance to pub-style chicken wings. Trotter pork is embraced by a thick blanket of fat and best eaten by biting confidently into the gelatinous flesh around the knuckles. In TCM, pig’s feet are said to beautify the skin and to help women with recovery after giving birth. We got our glow on by pairing our plate of trotters (¥36) with some braised cow feet (¥38) for virility.
The first time we ate the quintessential Beijing snack ma doufu, we weren’t sure what we were digging ourselves into. It looked like chunky hummus and tasted like rotten blue cheese—but we kind of like rotten cheese. When a faint-of-heart friend nauseously told us we had ingested mashed fermented soy beans stir-fried in mutton oil topped with dried chilis, we were neither shocked nor regretful. However, when we learned that ma doufu is the filtered residue left in the creation of douzhi, an incredibly gross lao Beijing dish if you ask us, we did have second thoughts. Like most fermented foods, ma doufu is healthy, strange and polemical. Get full on a warm plate at the cozy courtyard restaurant Liu Zhai Shifu for a mere ¥15 and decide for yourself. While you’re there, take your nose to its limits with China’s answer to wasabi: jiemodun (¥8), cabbage marinated in a whole-grain mustard so potent we cried just looking at it.
Hua's Restaurant (Huajia Yiyuan) is a favorite among expats for its sublime Beijing duck and gorgeous courtyard. But those willing to explore the menu more deeply will find a few exciting, odd Chinese delicacies among the restaurant's expat-friendly Chinese classics. We recommend the maoxuewang (¥48), literally "bubbling blood," which is served in a large bowl of mala broth and a range of animal organs, including cow stomach and pig intestine. The duck blood itself is very pleasant, with a soft tofu texture and salty flavor vaguely reminiscent of black pudding, its bloody Western cousin. The small, dark, congealed cuboids of duck blood are high in red blood cells, iron and various amino acids that the human body is unable to synthesize on its own. It's perfect for the adventurous and the anaemic. The spicy red soup may be a little overpowering, but a cool glass of plum juice swiftly put the fires out. In celebration of our "Weird Food" cover story, Hua's Restaurant is giving away a specially prepared weird meal for two, including "beef tripe and duck blood in spicy sauce," "marinated chicken claws with pickles," "sauteed whelk with green beans," "Hua's Chinese cabbage" and two glasses of plum herbal tea. Click on "Win Stuff" at www.cityweekend.com.cn and enter before November 10 for your chance to win.
Have no fear: eating lizard won’t leave you cold-blooded. Take away the heads, and the lizard on a stick served at Wangfujing Night Market could pass as a bourgeoisie fan that matches your in-vogue snake-skin patterned boots. The flying bat-like position provides easy access for munching on the deep-fried, fishy-chicken flavor with a slightly pungent undertone. The head is a little daunting to swallow, but any feelings of stress are balanced by its supposedly blood pressure-reducing properties. The lizard's ability to remain motionless for hours on end has led some to believe that it can even cure insomnia. Overall, the taste isn't bad, but it isn't great either. The dry, crunchy meat and brittle bones have little taste. Lizard on a stick looks pretty cool, and it might impress or disgust your date, but it isn't going to do anything for your taste buds.
Although one expects bone to be a solid and strong structure, inside is the highly nutritious spongy and fatty bone marrow, which is rich in lipids, proteins, vitamins and minerals. Try it at Manchurian Special Flavor Jiaozi Restaurant, where freshly stewed bones are accompanied by a plastic glove and straw (¥15 per bone). You push your straw into the bone and suck in the snot-like gooeyness just as though the pig bone were a juice box. Light in taste with a fatty, bland flavor, bone marrow was important in the diet of earlier civilizations. Some even hypothesize that its nutritional components contributed to the evolution of man’s larger brain. If sucking bone juice doesn’t seem like your thing, the succulent and aromatic meat surrounding the bone will surely please any carnivore. And if you’re still hungry, the Manchurian restaurant also serves up jellyfish salad, "nausea sauce pork" and "Grandpa’s big face sato."
Everyone knows of the notorious stinky tofu that fills streets across China with a distinctly manure-like odor. Few, however, have actually tried it. 
Beijing’s Weirdest and Wackiest Food





