Sesame noodles

After going to grand dad's tomb in the morning, we had lunch in Jon's favorite restaurant in Taipei in the afternoon after returning from the cold rainy mountain, starved. Jon has demonstrated his sesame noodle eating talent, he ate 3 bowls in a row. The interesting difference between Taiwan and Hong Kong restaurant is that, in Hong Kong, the waitresses are all too eager to collect plates and clean up the table. They even intrude our conversation, reach out to take the bowl/plate the moment I put them on the table. Not a word, not feeling apologetic. In the noodle shop, the cleaning lady came over with a bucket (again so not possible in Hong Kong). It is close to 3pm their break and she is of course eager to clean up the table. She looked at us smiling and asked "are you having enough?" as if we are her kids (um, that's really how I feel). We said yes and she started to clean the table. Another amazing difference is that we asked the waiter who delivered the noodles to us if we can eat the chicken we bought from other shop, he was like "of course, please go ahead, every one does that". Wow - hard to believe any restaurant in Hong Kong will let you do that.