lost in translation

last night liss and i decided to go out for dinner.  you might ask us if we had fried rice or steamed vegetables or chicken and cashews or smelly tofu, cause hey we're in china, right? Well, after considering our options, we decided to really spread our culinary wings. We strolled right on by the street vendors and two-butt kitchens, past the tiny one room restaurants and straight on to...pizza hut.  yep, i'm sorry to say, it's true. The funny thing is i think we actually have done better ordering in the chinese restaurants. We were ok until our waitress came back to inform us that there were no more "pan" pizzas available.  That sent us and her into a semi-communicative frenzy of menu pointing, page flipping, broken chinese, blank looks, nervous laughs, and "ting bu dongs".  (that means i hear but don't understand.) With a degree of success, we waited anxiously to see what would come from the kitchen.  To our amazement we got the pepperoni pizza we ordered! Upon further review, though, we realized that through all of our antics, we are pretty sure we ordered a pizza with exactly one solitary piece of pepperoni on each of the 9 slices...snobby foreigners.