July 27, 2007

• i just popped downstairs

  to the tiny shanghainese noodle store across the street, run by two nice elderly men

  was going to buy take out (like i always do) and eat in front of the TV

  but decided to eat at the store instead (save some styrofoam, save the world!)

  i was the only customer in the store.

  the beef noodles came quick, steaming hot. the two elderly men went around their own business and left me alone, but as i was almost done wolfing down my noodles, the chef came out from the kitchen and sat down at the empty table next to me.. wei, xiao jie ah, where are you from? you don't speak mandarin like most ppl around here.  me? we are both from shanghai, hence the shanghainese restaurant i guess. haha  ...i've been living in hk 30 years and my old pal here 50 years, but our cantonese is still so crappy! my children grew up here and they can't speak a lick of shanghainese, it's unfortunate really, but what can you do?!...

  

  ...and so what was going to be a quick-just-get-your-tummy-filled-and-go dinner turned into a nice meal with company.  thank you mr zhang and mr guo.

  markets down. hope you are safely invested.

  • 8:08 am
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