21st September. Vacances Gastronomiques Continuees

Rendez-vous'd with Isabelles sister and dad at Juste Nouilles (Just Noodles). Cantonese, Sechuanese, Thai, Vietnamese. you name it, but the chef is Canadian. I just had what K. had for the sake of argument. K's choice turned out to be a bit on the spicey side but tasty enough. Nowadays i've got a reasonable handle on the use of chopsticks, which is one less source of potential embarrassment as far as table etiquette goes...

The major side-effect of chilli of course is the tendency for increased activity in the nasal passages, which can be problematic, especially for anyone, such as I, who suffers from that uncommon affliction of napkin phobia..

Another possible breech of accepted behaviour one has to guard against can occur whilst spooning up chilli-laced noodle liquid with those porcelain spoons normally provided.
Any slight inhalation of the chilli can have an effect that can only be described as catastrophic for any diners in the immediate vicinity. Isabelles dad had pointed out the chilli itself early on "Don't eat that, its a chilli!" however I was already wise to that one , I must admit.

It seemed as if embarrassment had almost been circumvented having made it back out onto the pavement. Apart from having first paid for only one bowl instead of four and forgetting to tip 15%, but this was really a private concern...
Then Isabelle, rather abruptly I thought, requested my return inside to the toilets.
The combination of Chilli, tomato, noodles and liquid had, despite due care and attention, left its indelible mark on most of my face...