a chinese restaurant at salford quays - temptation! ... a buffet.
that means you can fill your boots for the same price as someone on a diet.
always tempting, because as my mum used to say, i could eat for england.
i did ok, too, though i think i'd probably be playing for the england b team now.
just two plates of starters, and two plates of main courses.
and a lovely bottle of chinese beer.
one of the fun things is to watch how other people approach the buffet.
some sort of tiptoe up apologetically, trying not to look too interested. they're the ones who look round to see if they're being watched, then stick their heads in the serving plates and trough like piglets.
then there's the pickers, who take a teaspoonful from every single buffet bucket.
i'm a selector - i decide which dishes i like, and go for it.
well, you have to, at eleven quid a throw, don't you?
next time, i'll tell you about my hot date at a chinese restaurant - otherwise known as the crispy duck incident.
