LATER, when I'm sitting down to write this, I'll realise it would have been quite good to know what we actually ate. But it's all a bit of a blur now: of looking at the menu; of someone asking the waiter to bring us a selection of dishes; of him saying he'll pick a few things.
TO be fair to the waitress, she doesn't even blink when I rather rudely reply to her question about side dishes by turning to Mr Jackson QC and saying: "£26 for the Galloway Roe Deer and it's extra for the potatoes".
THE food keeps coming as the buses crawl endlessly by on Pollokshaws Road while we chat on long wooden trestle tables, try to work out how many people are in the kitchen over there and talk about the many restaurants that have come and gone on this very spot.
SO here we sat amid flowering cherry trees (fake but good) while Chinese music swooped and occasionally shrieked and waitresses brought juicy little steamed dumplings, crisp pot stickers and green beans with chilli.