Eating in a country where you can’t read the menu or speak the language is fantastic. We’ve become comfortable with finding the best smelling thing, pointing at it, and saying “zhe ge” or “na ge” (this or that), and finishing the transaction with smiles, nodding, and gestures. Unfortunately, this means I can’t tell you what I’m eating.
This one is a glutinous dough, cooked on a griddle, maybe with cheese, onion, garlic, and chili, eaten on a stick.
We should really eat more things on sticks in the US.