The market
Flour, chilli, vinegar, cumin — the whole regional argument in one aisle.
Xi'an is wheat country. Everything that matters here is pulled, torn, rolled or steamed from dough, and the technique is held in households rather than restaurants.
Flour, chilli, vinegar, cumin — the whole regional argument in one aisle.
Someone's mother, unimpressed by your first attempt, and correct.
The food quarter, eaten standing up, one stall at a time.
The Silk Road ended here, and the evidence is in the spice cabinet rather than in any museum case. Cumin in a Chinese kitchen is not a coincidence.
The family kitchen is small and the host has no interest in flattering you. She will take the dough back, do it correctly, hand it over again, and repeat that until it works. It is the fastest teaching method there is.
In the evening the Hui quarter opens up — a Muslim community settled here for over a thousand years, cooking food that is entirely Chinese and entirely its own at the same time.
You will get the fold and the stretch, and probably produce something edible. Consistency takes years — the host has been doing it since she was a child.
Warm rather than punishing, and heavily aromatic. Chilli and vinegar are usually added at the table, so you control it.
Yes, and children usually love it. It is busy and loud; we go early evening with families.
Honestly, not well — this day is about wheat. We would suggest the terracotta workshop day instead and arrange a separate meal.
Only if you want them. The day is normally private to your party; we also run it as a small group when travellers ask to share, and we will tell you which applies to your dates.