Yesterday evening I ate at a restaurant in Chinatown that I really wish I had known about earlier.
It's my kind of eatery, in pretty much every particular. Small, cozy, bustling, with a good English-language menu and an extensive and eclectic selection of dishes in Chinese.
No, I shall not tell you the name of the place, because I really do wish to keep it all to myself.
When I entered it was already busy, with a mixed crowd - different ages and backgrounds, Caucasian and Chinese.
I shall not say that it was the very best leung-gwa pan kau fan (涼瓜斑球飯) that I've ever had. It may very well have been so, and it is in fact quite possible that it was.
But that isn't the point.
It was one of the most enjoyable meals I've ever had.
Partly because of the ambience and energy of the place. Nice people making sure that the diners have tasty food and are happy - as definitely everyone seemed to be.
But mostly because of the waitress, that being a bright eyed young lady, capable and efficient, with lovely hands and a quick mind.
At the table with European visitors she courteously guided their choices, with kindly patience for their unfamiliarity with proper dining. No guile, no pressure, no frustration - the whole process was smooth and equitable.
At another table, her give and take with the Cantonese women sitting there showed ready wit, even mischievousness.
Throughout the quick back and forth from kitchen to tables, she was full of energy and good humour.
She's very appealing, and she has a lively smile.
An exceptional woman.
So you should understand why the food, though indeed excellent, did not have my full attention last night.
I'm planning to go there for a late lunch this Sunday
Nice people. Tasty food.
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