…is the Peking on Burleigh Street, where we went tonight, just down the road from the Shanghai.
Must have been the owner that took our order. She told us that she wouldn’t let us order food that wouldn’t go well together and insisted that we share everything. Told us all about how it was the colours, etc. Very passionate about her job, sign of a good restaurant.
And the food and wine were both very good indeed.
I was moderately embarrassing on exit, when I said the one word of Cantonese I can remember from Hong Kong, “m’goi” (thank you), to be met with blank looks – oops, Mandarin.
Silly drunk brit.
Avaragado’s rating: one fresh pan of sauce made from a secret recipe.