Who knew the Chinese drank so much?

"Got a Mint, Comrade? Chinese Ban Liquid Lunch"

“When there are six people and you see three bottles of baijiu waiting on the buffet table, start eating and start eating fast,” said one American businessmen in describing his survival strategy. He said he once faced baijiu at consecutive banquets for lunch, dinner and breakfast.

Banquet war stories are legion. Tim Clissold, author of “Mr. China,” a memoir about doing business in China, described an evening banquet with a Chinese mayor that featured course after course of exotic food: cow’s lung soaked in chili sauce, goose stomachs, fish lips with celery, goat’s feet tendons in wheat noodles, ox forehead, turtle casserole and, finally, deer’s penis. Round after round of baijiu toasts followed until the banquet ended and Mr. Clissold staggered from the table. . . .