Wagamama spicy oil

My idea of fun: watching palefaces struggle with their chopsticks and unwilling noodles. The look of frustration is very amusing.

Some give up quickly and ask for a fork. Some persevere and conquer triumphantly.

Today at lunch time, I caught a young lady sporting knitted headwear looking over at me to see ‘how it’s done’. She had been stirring the noodles for a long time, trying in vain to roll them around her sticks.

I couldn’t help showing off. Checking my mobile in one hand, sticks with slippery slice of pepper in the other, I absently described imaginary words in the air with my food.

Knitted headwear lady bravely stuck with it and eventually finished her plate.

Chopsticks are, of course, very silly things.