It's been a strange sort of day: first I found a hat full of money, and then I was chased by an angry man with a guitar. The only reason I'd driven into the Bay was to stock up for another week on enough take-aways from the Golden Lake Restaurant, after having lived for several days on packets of French Onion soup and Dutch Curry soup (it required Dutch Courage to eat it).
I hadn't been there for quite a while, and was pleased to see they had "anglicised" their menu. No longer the old "number menu" common in Chinese restaurants globally, where dishes were identified by numbers rather than names. It did make it easier for both staff and customers to order, but it also led to such hoary old jokes like this: 'A Chinese guy wakes up his wife and asks for a 69. She replies, "Who eats beef with broccoli at this hour?"' Anyway, a 69 at Leon's was chicken chow mein.
I'm now stocked up with Chicken in Oyster Sauce and Chicken in Garlic Pepper Sauce. The Korean wife of a very old friend in Canberra has also sent me a big container of Korean kimchi, which should go quite well alongside the Chinese meals - all vely nice and all served with flied lice.
