This is always a challenge when shooting on location. Quite often it’s just easier to gorge oneself at the hotel’s extortionately priced buffet breakfast then hold out for the inescapable room service Club Sandwich later that night (because the hotel’s only restaurant stopped serving at 8.30pm). In Chongqing we broke with tradition and went for a sit down lunch in a nearby eating house, largely because the increasingly gloomy weather meant it wasn’t going to make a shred of difference how long it took.
We’d walked past the place an hour earlier and saw it teeming with locals, so it must have been good, right?
First challenge was the navigating menu, which Paul, the project architect, handled with great aplomb. I’m still not convinced he knew what he was ordering but he certainly looked on top of things. Though the amused and curious glances from the lads on the next table might have indicated otherwise.
All turned out splendidly and the avalanche of dished that followed was indeed a feast. The toilet paper roll serviettes below each table got a good workout as the spicy juices of the dishes gradually coated our table, fingers and faces.