I went back to the China Club (中國會) to meet up with a few ex-colleagues for dinner, in part to celebrate the impending sabbatical of a friend. One of my friends is about to lose her membership with the club, so we decided it would be easy for a few of them to walk across the street to dinner.
Unfortunately, we didn't book a private room and ended up in the main dining room. It was loud...not just from the crowd but from the band and the singer in the room. I've never sat in the main dining room for dinner, and this would probably be the last time that I do so. Not what I had in mind.
For dessert I had some deep-fried egg cuillers (蛋散), which were very nice and fluffy. I didn't have any deep-fried glutinous rice balls (煎堆).
I pushed this gathering from lunch to dinner because I wanted to drink, and brought along a bottle of 1999 Roger Sabon Le Secret de Sabon. Nose was pretty farmy, with mint, a little smoke, sweet fruit, earthy and minerals. The combination with char siu made the smokiness much more prominent. Medium acidity. Not bad to drink now.
Half way through dinner, I realized that we were the only Asian table in the dining room - every other table was either all or predominantly Caucasian, with the occasional token Asian. That felt a little weird. Yes, I realize that the setting of the China Club caters to expats and visitors, but I didn't expect things to be so one-sided. I guess most of the local clientele - like me - weren't exactly looking forward to watching the waiter showing off kung fu his skills with his tea pot...