The weather in London last Sunday can be described as nothing but disgusting. Soggy, abysmal, gloomy and damn right depressing. Not the best way for the Chinese to bring in their New Year (of the snake).
Regardless, China Town was still heaving, not with the happiest of faces, but with lethargic, hungry-eyed beings, with wet hair and soggy feet ready to scrap menu-reading to settle for the next warm building, Chinese food or not. Because of this, a slow moving up high conveyer belt of umbrellas emerged, acting as a temporary roof along China Town. Unfortunately, this didn’t shelter from the cold bite.
Luckily, I tagged along with a Chinese acquaintance who lead us straight to the right place and ordered all our dim sum, preventing any likelihood of a stressful Chinese New Year. Furthermore, as we sat indoors the procession of Chinese dragons emerged as we were eating and even came right into the foyer of the restaurant so the manager could feed the dragon lettuce for good luck. I had never seen this lettuce ritual before, I even noticed Chinese families dangling out their food offerings from restaurant windows, eager to receive their good luck without getting soaked.