Noodles from a booth
(Enjoying noodles)
This was taken about two weeks ago, shortly after moving from the hotel to the flat. We had gone to our nearest colossal supermarket, Au Chan, which appears to rival a village in size. It is enormous, and we had arrived without the forethought to consider lunch – our main purpose in shopping was to actually buy food and the utensils to prepare it. We wandered from the shop, realizing our error and walked along the road, feeling that there must be a place nearby for the hundreds of employees to get food too.
It being already well into the mid afternoon, the lunchtime rush was over and we stumbled into this noodle place. I say noodle place because that is all it sold; many different things could end up in the noodles, but noodles were all they had. This was fine for us after seeing that the only alternative was KFC which are pretty common here and strangely popular.
This place is different from anywhere else we’ve been, in that outside the right of this picture is a man in a booth who takes your order and money, writes it on a ticket and hands it to you before going back to his newspaper. This foxed us momentarily, but a nice lady from the kitchen (which you can see behind me) pointed us to the glass where we handed over our ticket and lunch was prepared in front of us. We then retreated to our formica table to start dispatching it. The noodles were great – I’m sure they had little genuine nutrition, but they tasted superb, possibly due to our rapacious hunger. We reckon this café must be hoaching with people every lunchtime as it’s tasty and the only place for miles, unless you fancy some fried chicken of course.
