peace hotel, just renovated. but you wouldn't find any signage of its name outside the almost 100-yr old building. 8th floor was where the restaurant situated.
overlooking the huang-pu river and the bund, and the pearl of the orient, the setting was typical chinese imperial. the food was a mixed of different chinese dishes, local cold-dishes, peeking duck, sichuan dried-chilly fried meat, singapore hk-style-steamed soon-hock fish, hongkong fried crystal prawns.....
nancy, the local customer service was as helpful as ever, ordering two bottles of red wine. the taiwanese boss looked not impressed with the food, when he was asked, "have you found your favorite food in shanghai yet?" he shook his head. he's obviously not an easy boss to work with.
nancy smiled.
they said shanghai ladies were not as tender and understanding as those from taiwan. they said, the shanghainese men would fall head over heels to the taiwanese lads. the way the taiwanese ladies talk would definitely softens the hardest bone, and hardens the softest hose of a man.
alpha, the taiwanese lad said, "boss, how about the the tan-tan noodle, that they served tonite?"
he said, "well, all the way from taiwan to shanghai to eat tan-tan noodle? you must be joking! might as well bring my wife to cook me dinners!"
夜上海 ye shanghai
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