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There's a new restaurant in Cary, http://www.goodharvestny.com called Good Harvest. It was featured in the paper today. I just watched the video on the website and looked through their menu. It reminded me so much of China! Except the hot pot restaurant we went to there had a large buffet where you went through and picked the food items to take back to your table instead of a paper checklist, and the pots on the tables were connected to gas tanks instead of electric plates. But other than that, it's very similar.  I'm not sure if I'm brave enough to take Bobby or not.

The raw egg...one of the things they had on the table in China was eggs. I forgot that the Chinese "drop" eggs into their soup for flavor and protein, and I put the entire egg in the broth so I could have a boiled egg. We had two directors in the "foreign affairs" department (the area that was in charge of/responsible for us). One of them thought the boiled egg was hysterically funny; the other asked which broth I dropped it into and then refused to eat out of that side of the pot. I guess even though the eggs were clean and washed he didn't consider that very sanitary. I was also reprimanded by the security guard for putting raw meat and raw vegetables on the same plate at the buffet line. I wasn't sure what the big deal was since they were both going into the same pot to cook, but I made sure not to do it again.

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