In hindsight, I’m not sure I would have selected the furry pink beast as my coat of choice for Baijiu.
Add to that the pink ombre tassel earrings and I am reallllly on the far side of the EXTRAmeter.
What the heck, who am I kidding? I’m extra and I like it.
And, hey! I found out Baijiu is kind of extra and I like that too!
First thing, as we walked up the stairs, there was a cloud of hip and beautiful people floating at the pinnacle, including a local yogi celeb whom I ardently admire! Felt v. frumpy/old all of the sudden.
Fortunately, once inside, it was clear that Baijiu does not discriminate against regular or even extra types. All are welcome!
It’s pretty cool at Baijiu. We didn’t want to sit at one of the tables, so we bellied up to the bar.
I like to see the boozy magic happen!
Also, we sat right by the DJ guy, and it was very festive to watch him do his thing.
The DJ is a very transparent kind of guy. Either that or I just didn’t take a pic at the right time, ugh.
Astroboy looked upset about something. Too much booziness, AB?
Robert went all rogue and asked for a riff on something mezcal. Check out the Black Sea salt treatment!
I asked for something bubbly and French 75ish and St. Germainish and I got this little darling.
Totally pony pitcherable.
We tried out 3 dishes.
We had to try the infamous bao, of course, and went for the Red Braised Pork Bao. I couldn’t refuse the siren call of the Duck Confit Fried Rice and Robert wanted the Spicy Beef Noodles.
The food was. SO. GOOD. I had a small seizure when I tried my first bite of the rice. And those house-made fat noodles, GAH. Must come back for more when we are sufficiently famished and wearing stretchy pants.
Finally, Robert ordered the will-not-be-ignored Renshenfengwangjiangthang.
Our knowledgable bartender revealed to us that they had discovered how to crack the Ginseng Royal Jelly bottle so that the contents would meld with the Japanese whiskey/Cynar/fresh ginger juice. Heck, this drink is pretty much the equivalent of a healthy superfood juice. Enjoy sans guilt, I say!
Before we left, we were served up the DJ’s pet drink – a shot of Hennessy VS followed by a teeny green tea.
It was, much to my surprise, DELICIOUS.
Well played, DJ.
Unfortunately, I think it caused Robert to have a mini stroke, as evidenced by his left eye.
Seriously, what is going on there???
Anyway, if food can induce mini seizures and drinks can induce mini strokes, you know they’re doing something well!
If having involuntary nervous system reactions to delicious food and drink is wrong, I don’t ever want to be right!
Get thee to Baijiu!