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London’s Chinatown – What to See, Buy, and Eat

If you ask me to list my favourite places in London, I guarantee you that Chinatown will be up in my top five. I used to go there often for a quick bite to eat, to shop for exotic looking products from the Chinese supermarkets and bakeries or simply for a short walk when the London-induced stress was getting a bit too much and I just craved a momentary respite.

The brand new (fourth) Chinatown gate on Wardour Street, Chinatown, London, England

With its huge gates, restaurants painted in green and red and waving Hello Kitty figurines sweetly smiling from behind shop windows, Chinatown was the perfect antidote to the drizzly London weather, giving me an instant illusion that I was somewhere colourful and far, far away. Somewhere new and exciting, where I didn’t speak the lingo, so I could only learn about the place through careful observation of little details and body language

Rolling dumplings, Chinatown, London, England

So, I would always leave having made at least one new discovery and with bags tightly stuffed with prized purchases like a Chinese money frog as a present for a family member or a friend, a box or two of strong jasmine tea (which would then languish in my cupboards for months, as it never had the same allure as when you order it in a Chinese restaurant) and, I am not ashamed to admit to it, at least one bag of frozen dumplings, which I would happily steam and serve at home.

Close-up of a money frog, Chinatown, London, England

In fact, one of the few things I miss in Italy about my previous life in England is the ability to buy these frozen dumplings or any other weird and wonderful thing which London’s Chinatown would offer me almost casually every time I visited it. It is not like there are no Chinese restaurants in Vicenza, where we currently live, but there is nothing like a proper Chinatown with the wealth of Chinese supermarkets, eateries and even acupuncture places which were abundant in London.

Chinese supermarket See-Woo, Chinatown, London, England

As such, when I decided to spend the penultimate day of the year 2015 re-acquainting myself with London, I immediately knew that I had to go to Chinatown for an hour just to enjoy the place and to observe the rhythm of its daily life.

I am big on observation. I am not really into small talk or being bubbly (I actually hated it when ads for jobs in London stated that a ‘bright and bubbly personality is a must’). I much prefer to be left on my own devices, without having to engage in chit-chat, and just observe the world as it goes by.

Chinese buns and pastries, Chinatown, London, England

Chinatown is such a fertile ground in this respect, as there are always so many small details to take note of. From bright boxes with hair dye localised for the Chinese market…

Chinese hair dye, Chinatown, London, England

… to restaurant window displays lined up with brightly coloured crispy ducks, chickens and squid.

Chinese restaurant, Chinatown, London, England

From crates with exotic fruit…

Crate with papaya, Chinese supermarket See-Woo, Chinatown, London, England

… to boxes with sweets developed specifically for the tastes of the Chinese customer.

Close-up of the window display of a Chinese food shop, Chinatown, London, England

At times, it is a bit too much to take it all in. It is like you are a kid again and there are so many things which intrigue you, but you don’t know what they are or how to use them. For example, these green leafy vegetables.

Chinese vegetables, Chinatown, London, England

What is ‘kai lan‘ and how do you cook it?!

I can’t tell you the number of times I ended buying something from Chinatown just because it had caught my eye and appealed to my sense of adventure. Yet, I didn’t have a clue what to do with it, so it then stayed in my cupboards next to the jasmine tea for months, until its expiry date came and went or until the day (whilst still in date) when I would decide to put my trust in the short English label stuck on top of the original instructions in Chinese and give it a try.

Close-up of the window display of a Chinese food shop, Oriental Delight, Chinatown, London, England

Once, I remember buying two soup sets. Each was packed in a see-through plastic wrapper and I could discern a selection of dried roots and other unfathomable stuff. According to the instructions, I had to soak the contents of the pack for hours on end and then add chicken and boil it all together until it was all soft.

The resulting soup looked like a river bed – with long tangled roots and branches floating in it. There were also different beans and seeds and even a whole dried (I think) bergamot. It was edible, but the second pack never made it to the stove.

Preparing dim-sum, Chinatown, London, England

It didn’t put a dampener on my enthusiasm for purchasing Chinese foodstuffs without a clear idea how I was going to use them, so I kept buying stuff and another purchase I remember well was a jar of black bean paste which looked so exciting and nice, but I never made anything with it.

So, yes, I had a day to spend in London and Chinatown was firmly on my to-do list. I reached Wardour Street just after lunch time, following onto my nostalgic visit to Camden Town.

You know that anticipation which grips you when you are about to visit a place which has been dear to you in past times. Your heart beats in a flutter unsure if you would still love what you are about to see or if the place would have changed beyond any recognition spoiling it forever for you.

Chinese fancy cakes, Close-up of the window display of a Chinese bakery, Chinatown, London, England

As soon as I saw Wardour Street sign, I calmed down.

Wardour Street Sign with Chinese characters, Chinatown, London, England

Not only it was still there, but it was just as I remembered it: spelled both in English and Chinese – reflecting the established approach to localise everything in Chinatown in both languages – from street signs, shop and bank fascias…

Localised bank, Chinatown, London, England

… to restaurants’ menus and names.

Chinese restaurant, Chinatown, London, England

Heck, even the improvised heart-shaped graffiti stating that Zhou loves Rui on the lion-dog statue had a Chinese character incorporated in it.

Chinese statue with a grafitti, Chinatown, London, England

So, I was at the right place and I realised that it still made me happy being there, among the crowd, momentarily transported to a foreign land thousands of miles away.

People were coming and going, a couple was having a little moment of their own.

The entrance to Chinatown, Chinatown, London, England

Another couple was eyeing a cheap ‘all you can eat’ buffet, where you can pile a plate up with a variety of Chinese dishes and then top it all up with some very English thick-cut chips – a culinary mix which seemed very popular with the clients of one such buffet the one time that a friend of mine, who liked this type of cheap eats, had really insisted that we go there.

All you can eat Chinese buffet, Chinatown, London, England

At that very moment in time and through the rush of memories something else caught my eye. A brand new Chinese gate, called ‘paifang’, had been erected at the approach to Chinatown. It was simply splendid.

Close-up of the brand new (fourth) Chinatown gate on Wardour Street, Chinatown, London, England

This type of gate or archway traditionally has a purely decorative function and is used to mark the entrance to a building complex or a town. With the new one, the number of the paifangs marking the outlines of London’s Chinatown has now risen to four.

Chinese gate, Chinatown, London, England

I have always loved the older three gates. They are much smaller and much less splendid than the new one, but have always served as markers between where conventional London ends and the exuberant Chinatown begins.

A Chinese gate and a black cab, Chinatown, London, England

London’s Chinatown is actually quite small – a cluster of houses and a couple of streets the main one of which is Gerrard Street. Up until the 70’s of the 20th century, the Chinese restaurants and businesses were concentrated elsewhere in London, most notably in Limehouse.

Tea shop, Chinatown, London, England

Gradually they moved more centrally to London’s beating West End heart and slowly started to spread through and around Gerard Street – a process which is still ongoing, as more and more Chinese and Asian restaurants, shops and eateries open their doors in that area eager to satisfy an ever increasing demand for products and food from that part of the world.

Seen through the door of a Chinese food shop, Oriental Delight, Chinatown, London, England

I remember visiting Chinatown all through the twelve years which I spent living in London. A friend of mine had gotten into Chinese calligraphy and I would go with her to this little shop which stocked pens and papers specifically for calligraphers.

I remember going there for birthday meals or simply to meet up with friends, including a very intense guy, who insisted on ordering for me, as he was afraid I was going to opt for beef and peanuts stir-fry and he despised red meat. We sort of remained cautious friends for a little bit afterwards, as, I am sure, he couldn’t get over the fact that Bulgarians eat red meat, and I found his insistence to order for me a bit controlling to say the least.

Through the door of a Chinese bakery, Chinatown, London, England

And I had a Chinese housemate for a while several years ago who gave me the best remedy for back pain. I still keep the empty bottle, all covered with symbols and characters. Perhaps, I need to take it with me next time that I have a chance to visit Chinatown and see if I can procure more of the same.

It felt really nice walking down Gerard Street and all these long-forgotten memories coming in a rush at me.

Lucky bamboo, Chinatown, London, England

The whole street seemed dressed mostly in red and green – lucky colours in China. Among the Chinese restaurants, there were some from further afield – like Korea, Malaysia and Japan.

The front of a Malaysian restaurant, Chinatown, London, England

As usual, I was attracted to the small Chinese bakeries with their window displays groaning under the weight of many different doughy snacks.

Close-up of the window display of a Chinese bakery, Chinatown, London, England

The Chinese fancy cakes were, as always, really beautiful to look at. I didn’t feel tempted to have a piece though, as from previous experience, I knew I didn’t quite like their taste. The sponge felt mass-produced and the cream was not fresh.

Window display with cakes, Chinese patisserie, Chinatown, London, England

I thought that I’d better keep my appetite for a bowl of freshly made dumplings at Jen Cafe.

Jen Cafe, Chinatown, London, England

Or even better, suddenly I fancied a bowl of soba noodles at my favourite restaurant in London’s Chinatown, which ironically is a Japanese place with authentic Japanese meals.

Menu, Tokyo Diner, Chinatown, London, England

Tokyo Diner is right at the end of Chinatown, if you are coming from Gerard Street, or right at the start of it, if you are coming from Leicester Square. It is small and very traditional with tiny stools and tables and with exclusively Japanese staff who doesn’t accept tips.

Tokyo Diner, Chinatown, London, England

My husband and I loved going there whilst we were still dating in London which now feels many moons ago.

Open sign, Tokyo Diner, Chinatown, London, England

I was almost at the end of my walk through Chinatown. I wanted to make one last stop at my favourite Chinese shop, which is actually like a covered market with lots and lots of stalls inside selling everything and anything from money frogs to incense.

Chinese shop sign, Chinatown, London, England

Unfortunately, it was closed just on the day of my visit. A bit disappointed, I spent a few more minutes walking around and just taking it all in. It was colourful and lively, with crates of fresh produce being delivered for a family restaurant.

Delivering stock, Chinatown, London, England

With a couple of girls carefully baking tiny custard-filled waffer fishes.

Chinese fish-shaped mini waffles, Chinatown, London, England

With a local hairdresser skillfully working on his client hairdo.

Glimpsed through the open door of a Chinese hairdresser's, Chinatown, London, England

With traditional red decorations swinging gently under the ceiling of a Chinese bakery.

Through the doort of a Chinese patisserie, Chinatown, London, England

I just love it, love it there. Such a short and sweet escape – from the dark and drizzly streets of London straight into a far away dream.

Red baloons, Chinatown, London, England

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