I woke up yesterday and found the shutters closed. It was odd, and I thought to myself, “they’re gone.” I don’t know how I knew, but somehow it felt off. I would later return and find the shutters slightly ajar.
Bare concrete were carpet had once been laid. None of the restaurants previous charm remained. It had been hollowed out, a shell of its former self.
If you squint, you can see a pair of Triad goons mixing in with the shadows. I have no idea what happened to the restaurant. I woke one day and found the shutters closed. The next (today), they were wide-open, but the interior had been entirely gutted, a small trash heap left beside the entrance.
Now, I loved this place. If you are familiar with American Chinese food, you will know of beef-on-the-stick. I found beef-off-the-stick here. It was delicious. It was a tad pricey at 35 RMB (you will remember a bowl of noodles from across the street costs 8 RMB), but it was worth it once or twice a week.
It also helped that they had two cats and a dog, though the dog never warmed to me. It was a nice environment to enjoy a better than average meal.
And now it is gone.
I am sure my students would know, or could find out, what happened, but I am almost frightened to ask them. I know it is silly, but what if the reason they disappeared is one that will make me up-end five month’s worth of dining.
I think for the time being I will just have to find a new place to get my beef fix. Let’s hope that they do not disappear, as well.