An ode to the four hour lunch in China … Over the years, there were times when a friend would invite us for a meal on a special occasion. You must plan for a lengthy event, and T always had to plan for a significant amount of beer.
On such an occasion in early August, it was our driver, Pan, who invited us and friends to a newly renovated restaurant in Shenyang. We arrived and socialized, took some photos with friends, then Pan exited to make the food and beer order. Then the nine of us sat around a large, round table with a formidable lazy Susan perfectly placed. Dishes began to arrive and chopsticks were put to use.
There were toasts and discussions in Chinese and English. Memories and laughter were shared. There was sad acknowledgment that we would soon leave Shenyang, but this lunch was a celebration of friendship and food. It was a celebration of how friendship crosses borders and cultures, defying distance with hopeful longevity.
I won’t say this is my last post about our life in China, but it is for now. Enjoy.