10 THE CHOPSTICKS
by Mike Lord
I was quietly enjoying myself with some of my family in one of my favourite restaurants in London. We were in a small Vietnamese restaurant in Gerard Street, just off Shaftsbury Avenue. Let me see, there was myself, my wife who, is Vietnamese, and my eldest daughter and her two children, who are my teenage grandchildren, although not really children now - rather a young man and a young lady.
We were having lunch and I had ordered one of my favourite dishes, which comprises soft-shelled shrimps fried with small pieces of belly pork, and flavoured with finely chopped lemon grass. It was a bit salty but just as I liked it. My wife had ordered some stir-fried beef with vegetables and fried tofu cooked in a simple tomato sauce, and some fried chicken, which s
