(No, this is not a chopstick story.)
I was famished and only managed to have my lunch at 4.30pm last weekend. (I’ll save that for another story…)
Anyway, I stumbled into a great place for a sandwich – a good, juicy one – at Paris Baguette. With a name like that, it could only be a non-French, more likely Asian owner. True enough, a very clever Korean who saw the potential of great breads in North China! Anyway, this is Tianjin’s upscale Bread Talk, only so much better. When you are famished and a little jaded of ε ε, this is the shitz.
What amazed me more however, was not how juicy (oh, did I already mention that?) the darling was. It was this…
I was thoughtfully handed a pair of assistants to allow sanitary munching. Sans the biodegradability of the plastic, you can’t deny that this is truly a very handy alternative to chunky utensils!
Little Roots in China 