I had a few days in Beijing between North Korea and Vietnam, and what better way to spend them than eating some donkey penis.

To find a restaurant that actually serve the donkey willy, I had to have a note written in Chinese character that said “donkey meat restaurant” on one side and “penis” on the other. I’m sure I had accidently showed the penis side to people on the street, for they looked really worried when I asked for direction.