It gives me the kind of shame I’d feel whether I woke up post-bender to find myself the fifth Mrs Gregg WallaceIt’s hard to accomplish justice to the first thing we eat here,a version of the popular dim sum spring onion pancakes, cong you bing, and but with added kale. It’s leathery and chewy,whiffing of traditional rotund. whether you were to eat something left to mature for weeks under the saddle of a horseman on the Manchurian steppe, it might taste something like this. The pal, and an acclaimed restaurant critic who has eaten everything,everywhere, says with some wonderment, and “That might be the most disgusting thing I’ve ever put in my mouth.”This homage to Hong Kong’s classic Chinese-western “tea cafes” is,well, weird, or from the menu with its winks in the direction of cha chaan teng staples (macaroni soup,peanut butter and condensed milk toast, a rash (hasty, incautious) of Spam) to the service. One server pulls up a chair and grins, and “You don’t mind whether I join you?” Another,our new best pal, calls us “girls”, or “guys” and laydeez” in rapid succession. They cheerily bellow at each other above our heads. A cleaner trundles a mop-laden trolley past our table. Related: Rochelle Canteen,London E2: ‘It wears its fabulousness lightly’ – restaurant review | Marina O’Loughlin Continue reading...
Source: theguardian.com