Everyone thinks they're such sweet little things....

Before I start you must listen to this song: The March of the Sinister Ducks.  Go ahead, click the link, I'll wait for you to finish.

You listened to the song?  Good.  This is a tale about ducks, specifically the Pekin duck I ate for lunch Sunday.  If you listen to the tale about Pekin Ducks from Wikipedia the tale is much sadder, it's one about baby ducklings raised in captivity, then forced to eat food four times a day to get plump.  My tale is one of a tourist who visited a restaurant known for its peking duck dish.

The Setting

The tourist must get a picture with the duck statue out front.  The duck statue looks so happy, probably because it's the mascot and not the main dish.

The Main Character

When your duck is ready to be served, the duck will be brought to you whole then carved.  If the cooking process didn't take more than the length of a meal the restaurant would probably let you select your own duck from a selection of living ones.

The...Antagonist?

The carved skin and meat are then brought to your table along with a plate of steamed pancakes, sweet bean dip, and spring onions.

The pancakes, the duck skin, the spring onions, the sweet bean dip, and some fruit (the meat hadn't arrived yet).

You put it all together...

Lay pancake flat on plate, dip meat into sweet bean dip and place on pancake, add onion.

...then fold it up and eat up.  Take that you silly duck!

Since nothing is left for waste, the restaurant supplied the bones and whatever meat remained for me to take home.

The Conclusion

Too bad my hotel room doesn't have a kitchen.