We didn't do much last night since we were so exhausted. We took a cab to our hostel and checked in. On the way into the hostel I'd caught a whiff of a kebab vendor. I have a thing for crappy street food -- Marisa always rolls her eyes at me when I insist on getting chili dogs when we see them in SF. I really wanted to try one of the kebabs, so we bundled up (it is below 32 fahrenheit in beijing at night) and took a walk down a hutong, which is an old alleyway. We ended up standing at the grilling stand so we could watch how other people ordered, copied them, and just handed money at the person so she could make change. What I thought was a fried fish ended up being some kind of pork slice, but it was still tasty and had a spicy almost-jamaican-jerk flavor, and it was only about $0.50.
After that we went back t o the hotel and fell asleep almost immediately at 9pm. Yay for jetlag.