There is something about getting utterly battered, fall-around, stagger-out-of-the-pub-drunk that makes Chinese food insanely good. King prawn balls, salt and pepper chicken, honey roasted pork, mouthfuls of crispy seaweed, ice cold coke….mmmm… it’s surely the finest way to prevent a hangover.
My favourite place to stumble into is HK Diner (22 Wardour Street, Chinatown) which has the distinct advantage of welcoming customers until 4am and boy oh boy have I had happy times in there. Some of which I can just about recall. Ahem. The service is always whippet fast and the food is so ace.
The only downside to drunk chinese eating is the bill. Ordering whilst trolleyed means I ALWAYS over-estimate how hungry and how rich I am, meaning that by the time I pay I can barely move and have spent about a week’s salary in avoiding a hangover when a £3.99 kebab could have done the trick. Still, for the first bite of that Peking duck, momma mia – it’s easily worth it.