THIS WEEK’S SUCCESSES
The service at this restaurant is renown throughout China for being the absolute best. I did not give it much thought until we were there. This place actually has the most INCREDIBLE service I have ever experienced. The staff were absolutely lovely, so fast, and just plain wonderful to us! Here are some of the little things that came with the meal, no extra charge:
- Hot towels (multiple times during our meal)
- Hairbands for the ladies to pull their hair back
- Eye glasses cleaners for those wearing glasses
- Aprons to cover your clothing (you needed it!)
- An awesome cityscape, mountain, and ocean view
- One of the members of our group had been ill and was coughing a bit. The staff heard her coughing and five minutes later brought out a ginger and Chinese date tea one the house with wishes from all the staff for her healing!
- The family eating nearby us were given a FULL-SIZED CRIB for their infant while they ate. I’m talking fluffy pink pillows and all!
- The staff checked on us constantly and saw to our needs before we even realized we needed them! I would 100% recommend trying this place if you ever go to China.
If you know me, you know that I love plants. Before leaving for China I had to rehome close to a total of 70 plants in my house. I’ve started in China with three: a spider plant (the first plant I ever raised was a spider plant! *waves to Franklin in Dr. Branyon’s house*), a fern, and A BONSAI TREE. Yeah, I’m excited about that one. And look at the amazing pot he is in! Can you be in love with a plant? I might be, haha.
If you know me even more, I am addicted to tea. In fact, I brought an entire gallon Ziploc bag full of Irish Breakfast and Earl Grey in my luggage. Buying a tea kettle (also known as my source of life) was a moment full of happiness. I also tried to check out at the cash register by myself, thinking the cashier wouldn’t ask me anything I couldn’t figure out, but failed miserably. She kept asking me a question and I had no idea how to respond. PTL some wonderful “Chinese Angels,” as they call them here (Chinese nationals who spoke English and took pity on me), came over and translated that the cashier was asking me what kind of receipt I wanted. Once we got that cleared up I was good to go. I think I’m going to need many more “Chinese Angels” in the days to come. I am p—ying I meet lots of them!