The last meal was satisfying; like a shot of caffeine that awakens your senses. However, our tummies were crying out for something more to suppress our hunger. For the 2nd time…. in a day, I drove like Sebastian Loeb. More like an amateur and less like a rookie.
Many hands make like work and such is how the wanton warriors came together to prepare what would be our final supper together.
A total of 120 wantons were made… … = 17 wantons per pax ………… !!!
Seems abit strange when you think about the combination of a group of asians dining in an English house cooking wanton noodles over gin and tonic + wine.
A harmonious clash indeed.
And the end result was.