There's a longstanding belief in Abuja that chopsticks is one of the best restaurants for Chinese around, so on a particularly hungry Ramadan evening, Mr. H and I decided to go there for Iftar. There we were, innocent diners anticipating a calm, beautiful evening of delicious Chinese food.
Well, there was Chinese food, but there was no calm and beauty!
First off, there was no host or maitre'd. We walked in and stood for over two minutes. no one came to help us and no one even noticed new customers had come in.
After a lifetime of awkwardness, we decided to seat ourselves down at the nearest empty 2 seat table. Minutes later, some people came and said this was their table! They'd just stepped out to get something from the car. There was no reserved sign and no waiter told us it was already occupied.
So we excused ourselves and looked for another table.
Minutes later menus appeared. Who exactly dropped the menus? We're not too sure. But we perused them anyway.
While we were still deciding what to order, a middle aged waiter appeared. He didn't say a word. Just stood there with his hand on his waist.
More awkward silence.
I break the ice and ask for chicken dumplings, Singapore noodles and beef in black bean sauce with Guangzhou fried rice.