招House Yelang Bullfrog
Our signature. A whole bullfrog in a numbing-hot, fragrant chili sea — meat so tender it slips the bone. The dish that proves the kitchen.
Two thousand years ago, deep in the southwest ranges, there was a kingdom called Yelang. "Which is greater — the Han empire, or us?" Not arrogance — just the quiet certainty of a place the roads couldn't reach. We put that mountain certainty on the table.
The Records of the Grand Historian called Yelang the largest of the southwest kingdoms — a place sealed away by its own peaks for a thousand years, leaving little behind but bronze cauldrons, bronze drums, and a people's stubborn love of sour, heat, and the taste of things themselves.
What we cook is the home food of those mountains. Not banquet show — the everyday kind, the kind behind the local saying: three days without something sour, and your legs go wobbly.
ferment, lifted by mountain-pepper
fermented & pounded chilies
bullfrog, cured pork, rice tofu
From the tombs at Kele, Hezhang, came a bronze cauldron with two tigers standing on its rim, heads raised, facing each other — an object found nowhere else but Yelang, the most characterful piece from what scholars call the oracle-capital of Yelang culture.
We made it our mark: the weight of bronze, the warmth of fire, the stillness of the mountains. Every dish here tries to earn that two-thousand-year confidence.
No Guizhou table is complete without the dip bowl — chili, fish-mint, mountain-pepper oil; it makes everything right. At the Miao long-table feast, rice wine pours from horn cups in a long bright stream. You're not just eating — you're in the warmth of the gathering.
Indigo batik whorls, the Miao silver horn-crown, the brow of a Nuo mask — we've gathered the mountains' own patterns into this room.