Chinese food brings people together

More accurately said would be simply 'food brings people together' especially in Cutting Edge. Especially boys. Anyway, twelve of us went to dinner at a Chinese restaurant called um well the one on Moray Place, the Asian one. We were squished in elbow to elbow like sardines round a table probably designed for 8. Which made eating twice as tricky. My first challenge was actually holding the chopsticks correctly, but no matter how many times I rearranged my fingers following Chris's patient instructions, I had absolutely no control and switched back to my usual chopstick-holding position (which usually works except when I have to pick up rice) The second challenge was sitting next to a leftie (chris)....Again!! So the whole 2hr meal was really a battle of the chopsticks to see who could knock the other person's food off their chopstick first before it reached their mouth!

And although I look more Chinese than my fellow friends, I still have to ask where Canton is in China and me and Dan receive a disgusted look from Jian when we pronounce Guangzhou (the name of the village where our ancestors are from) terribly wrong. It's pronounced Guang-jao NOT Guang-zao!! No excuses Dan, even if I did say if wrong first.

And beware where you position your feet, some people decided to stretch their legs from almost one end of the table to the other. So when others tried to fight for space, they ended up playing footsies with one another, don't think people in China have that problem, being short and that.

Sigh. I really have to learn how to be just a tad more Chinese or at least put on a better front! I am just too Kiwi. Oh well. I love it. Even if it means getting teased when I ask 'Ni hao ma?' in my New Zealand accent.