Why do Shanghainese eat coffee instead of drinking coffee?

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I've been drinking coffee since I was a kid.

I don't know if you have heard, old Shanghainese, pipe drinking coffee is called eating coffee. My grandmother is the sequel to my grandfather. Grandpa's wife died of lung disease in middle age, and then met my grandmother, who was amazing.

When she married my grandfather, my grandmother was still a virgin girl. Once she got married, she became the mother of three children.

My grandmother was also a pampered master when she was young, with knowledge and taste. After marrying my grandfather, she was only responsible for her husband. In her opinion, teaching children was an offensive job, and she would not do it.

Every day, when her grandfather went to work in the factory, she would invite a few flowery socialites from Duolun Road with exquisite makeup to have coffee and dessert in a private garden.

If you ask which city popularized coffee first in China, there is no doubt that it is Shanghai.

Everyone's impression, love to catch up with fashion, gimmicks, tie Taiwan type are the characteristics of Shanghainese. Therefore, coffee is not so much a quality of life as a show and ostentation.

I was born during the Cultural Revolution and have never seen a ten mile field. Once singing and dancing in Shanghai, the four old have been almost eliminated, there are still proud color, may only be those century-old magnificent buildings on the Bund.

To my sensible years, everything began to recover, Shanghai is the first city to slow down, many old Shanghai began to pursue the previous way of life.

My grandmother is this group of people, she witnessed decades of ups and downs on the beach.

In the past, Grandpa always felt wronged Grandma, so every weekend, he would accompany Grandma to the street, watch movies, eat coffee.

Grandma said: Your grandfather basically every week will send me a jade diamond jewelry.

Grandma said: It's a pity that many old goods have been copied.

I could see the loneliness in her eyes.

When I was a child, I was most impressed by the three western restaurants, grandma and mother took me to. Two beautiful Shanghai women, wearing improved cheongsam, put on friendship brand cream, in the lapel do not have a bunch of gardenia, the United States with me and my brother out.

They are Mars(Donghai Cafe) on Nanjing East Road, Deda Western Restaurant in Central Shopping Mall and Red House Western Restaurant on Shaanxi South Road.

Red House Western Restaurant is not the oldest in terms of age, but its popularity ranks first. It was built in 1935, formerly known as "Luo Wei Hotel", located in the old Shanghai's most prosperous commercial street Huaihai Road.

In the 1940s, it moved to the present Shaanxi South Road and changed its name to "Xi Leyi". It is said that Zhang Ailing is the most famous fan of this western restaurant, but also by Huang Zongying, Zhao Dan, Wang Danfeng and other Shanghai stars sought after.

In the 1950s, Mr. Mei Lanfang suggested renaming it "Red House" according to the characteristics of the shop logo-the lintel and the gatehouse were all red.

When I was a child, I went to eat western food for the first time. I really felt like I was in a dreamland. It was precisely that kind of unreal beauty that I could remember for a lifetime.

Deda Western Restaurant was founded in 1897, longer than Red House. It is the oldest Western restaurant in Shanghai and is 120 years old. His founder was Anson Chan. Now has opened two stores in Shanghai, there are still many Shanghainese like to go to his home, perhaps in order to find that a historical precipitation.

The most interesting thing was that 120 years had passed, but his family's dishes had not changed at all. They were still the same and the same way. And the price is as usual civilian.

Is the East Sea Cafe still there? I haven't visited that road for many years. In fact, I went to this shop the most when I was a child. Every time we got tired of walking around Nanjing East Road, Mom and Grandma would take us in for coffee.

I don't know why the old Shanghainese call drinking coffee eating coffee. But in my memory, the coffee Grandma ordered for me was really edible.

The tall glass contained a pure black liquid with a snow-white ice cream ball floating above it.

Dig a piece into the mouth, that kind of distant land on the scorching fragrance mixed with cold sweet fragrance, like a silk thread, sliding into the throat. Deep inside, a thin, dense feeling of happiness welled up.

Grandma would scoop the ice cream balls out and put them in a small cup, then pour coffee over them, showing off the elegance of old Shanghai women.

She would stare blankly at the crowded Nanjing East Road outside the window and say faintly: There are so many people.

Grandma has been gone for many years, she did not know that the Shanghai Beach now has the prosperity and splendor, is not the past ten miles can be compared.