An ex-student from Malaysia who'd moved to Bristol was coming to London for a weekend.
She suggested meeting up for a S.E.Asian or Chinese meal, so we started looking online, separately, for somewhere central enough.
Kings Cross showed up with a few, one of which I thought rang a little bell.
I texted another Malaysian student (let's call her Susan), who's in her early 80s. She'd once told me about some Malaysian or Hong Kong friends taking her to a place near Kings Cross, mentioning that the service was a bit surly and abrupt, which I thought might be the place near Kings Cross I'd seen online. So I thought I'd better check with her, as I didn't want to end up going there and spoiling my outing.
Texted Susan with: "Ex-student coming over from Bristol and wants to go for a S.E.Asian or Chinese meal. One of the places I've found near Kings Cross is Restaurant xyz. Is this the one you'd told me about a few months back?"
Back came Susan with, "I can't go, because my son is visiting from abroad."
Huh?!?
(Susan had an English education -- over here actually, came over in her teens -- so I don't think it was a language problem.)
(London, 2024)
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