There’s a rumor that this place has Mexican food. And I’m Jonesan for a juicy burrito – hold the rice please.
I enter and approach the hostess. I motion by opening my hands like a book and presenting it to her. “Menu please?”
She looks a little puzzled. I once again present her with my imaginary menu. She smiles uncomfortably and motions me to follow her.
She doesn’t give me a menu, but she does show me to the toilet.
What about my hand gesture signified my needing to use the restroom, I will never know.
I don’t speak Chinese. They don’t speak English. Either I suck at hand gestures or they suck at reading them. Probably a little of both.
By the way they didn’t have Mexican. The search continues.