Yesterday I visited a small place discretely hidden inside one of the old hutons, those traditional narrow alleys of Beijing. The owner was a friendly chap and recommended a place called the Banana Club. I was quite skeptical due to the corny name, but he wrote down the address in Chinese letters and we took a cab there.
It turned out to be a fairly hip club, crammed with friendly Chinese and bustling with neon lights. At first I had some trouble understanding how to order anything from the smug bartenders juggling bottles in a cloud of smoke, and we got quite a lot of stares since we were almost the only foreigners. Being a head or two taller than most people and sporting blond hair with blue eyes, it’s fair to say that you get some attention in China.
I even found a video from the club:
If you happen to be in Beijing, I recommend a visit.