“Howdy y’all,” our waiter exclaimed as he walked up to our table at Tim’s Barbeque.
His thinly veiled Chinese accent was the only thing that set him apart from the Texas-bred waiters I’d had in Austin just a week earlier, and the walls were decked out in familiar Americana. I ordered a quesadilla, and from the middle of Silk Street in downtown Beijing, I was momentarily transported back home.
