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So, I got the name wrong. It’s Noodle Kingdom. They’ve been around for three weeks now. I visited with high expectations, given this regal title. They ushered me to a small table next to the alley kitchen. I assume there’s tables upstairs, cos you could only fit a half dozen people here. I ordered a noodle soup and was given a tall glass of warm tea.

The soup took longer than I expected, which is not that long. Seeing my apprehension, a waiter came and explained that about every ten bowls of noodles, the noodle maker whips up a new batch. Did she say, “noodle maker”? Then there was a large bang as dough was stretched out and slammed down on the bench. I watched him do this about a dozen times. Each time the dough was stretched and pulverised, it separated into longer and thinner strands. Finally transforming into long shinny noodles.

A small cluster of these was then submerged into a boiling vat, stirred with chopsticks and lifted into my bowl. They tasted wonderfully fresh and chewy. Not over cooked. I’ve got to say I was impressed with all this, and will be going back on the strength of these freshly made noodles. More soon…