Tuesday 13 November 2007: Noodled
You know you're in a good Chinese restaurant when every other patron is Chinese.
You also know you're getting the special westerner's treatment when they stick a plate and a fork in front of you (perhaps it was the Carlsberg Export kerry-oot we showed up with that gave the game away) and the menu with all items £3.90 or less is only available in Mandarin.
We got some wee bowls and chopsticks sorted out, but I'm afraid the Mandarin was slightly beyond us.
Happy birthday, Layla. You're a little bit older, a little bit wiser and big bit lovelier.