Sunday dinner

Dinner tonight was extraordinarily different. I went into the hotel's restaurant and was greeted by a waiter who swiped a mag stripe card into a portable device and then presented me with the card. He explained that I am to select my food and then present the card so the staff can track my consumption.  I love the ChinEnglish.  As I started to roam the restaurant I counted eight separate cooking stations, it was very overwhelming. An Australian host, pictured below with her back to the camera, saw my confusion and offered to explain each station. By the time she was on number six I just asked her what she recommended and she exclaimed "Curry Laska" Red curry with Prawns, chicken, fish and noodles.  This is a Chinese Malaysian dish. I then went to the "juice" bar and did my best to order a Tsingtao beer and then it was all delivered to my table,  The curry opened my nasal passages and the flavors exploded in my mouth, I am so glad I took the recommendation. 

I am also glad Brian bought me chopsticks for my desk. I call them fiddle sticks and when I am on a conference calls I try to pickup everything on my desk; the practice has paid off because eating long noodles with sticks is a challenge but I do fine. I have noticed that the locals have no grace or manners when eating with chopsticks, one way or another you just have to get the food into your mouth.