Buddy, if you want a bite, just say so.
I spent some significant time alone today for the first time since the beginning of the trip.
After dropping what seemed like a fortune at the "Gray Market" (after conversion, I only spent about $60 US), I took the subway toward ECNU. As it ends up, I went about a stop too far and ended up at the Jiangsu Road station.
I decided to stop for dinner near the station and decided on an upscale-looking restaurant which was called the New China Bistro. I was still relatively full from our lunch feast provided by the Shanghai Securities News, so I only got one dish, Black Pepper Calf.
Even before we arrived in China, our professors warned us to be prepared to be stared at. Indeed, I have noticed more than my share of stray glances in the past week and a half. But nothing could compare to tonight.
The looks I got were not just curious glances. They were full-on, honestly-do-you-mind, can-I-help-you-with-something gapes. As the local clientele passed my table, they would literally stop for a few seconds facing me before continuing on their way. One man aimlessless wandered back for a second gawk, and then leaned over the table to inspect what my American taste buds picked off of the menu. Buddy, if you want a bite, just say so.
I'm not sure what looked stranger them -- the fact that I was eating a communal dish all by myself or using chopsticks with my left hand. (Everything John Pomfret said about getting teased for our right-brain tendencies definitely still applies.)
As awkward as all of this might sound in a typical American setting, context here is a huge buffer for what would otherwise be intolerable. I really didn't mind being the odd conversation piece in the room, and it was only after I left that I thought how strange it would be at home to be the subject of so much attention. Many of us have already written about Chinese personal space (or lack thereof), and as long as you keep in mind that none of it is ill-spirited, you can stay pretty mellow -- no matter how cramped the bus is or how clingly the shopkeeper.
Alex Kraus

