I’ve walked the twisty turny alleyways of Spitalfields
many times. But on this day, they had a different feel for two reasons.
On this day, the papers carried the news of the real
identity of Jack the Ripper. As I walked past the usual scores of Ripper tours,
I imagined the tour-guides having to quickly adjust their patter to accommodate
the breaking news. From DNA testing of a silk shawl, 23 year old Polish
immigrant Aaron Kosminski is the culprit, for those unlikely to make it to a Ripper
tour. This news made the cobbled streets more alive with gory history than usual.
And it felt more disorientating
than usual because it was my first day of a new job. The first day os a new job makes everything feel foreign. Things that come as second nature suddenly feel
conscious and awkward. It’s like the first step between a boat and solid
ground.
Stepping into My Old Place felt like leaving an East End
alleyway and entering a local’s diner in Kowloon.
Everything is brisk and practical. Wipe-clean wooden
refectory tables, a kitchen full of chefs going at full tilt and extractor fans
whirring. Every table heaved with brightly coloured plates of food, being
devoured lustily.
Chinese lettuce and sour sauce, shredded beef and green
chillis and a cold shredded potato in a spicy sauce – so delicious they were
eaten before they were photographed.
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The menu is as long as the Old Testament and, in some
places, as enigmatic. The waiting staff don’t patronise. If you choose to order
a vulgar amount of food, they’re not going to question you. In
fact, I smashed my personal best for over-ordering in a Chinese restaurant.
This place is about community and humanity. You’ll eat decent
authentic Chinese food backed by the din of kitchen and customers. It’s a disorientating,
mixed-up kind of experience but one which, for all of that, makes you feel
strangely at home.
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