I've been watching a mainland Chinese drama series set in China in the 1930s and 1940s (before, during and after the Japanese Invasion).
There is a scene with three of the men in the story eating a Western meal at a restaurant (in Shanghai or Qingdao). On each one's plate are two slices of bread, a slice of spam, one fried egg, two cross-sections of carrot and some unidentifiable brown thing. One of the men, very successful at running a dyeing factory but who had started life as a beggar and was illiterate, couldn't handle the Western cutlery provided, and asked for chopsticks.
This reminds me of what I'd witnessed at a soup kitchen meal run by a Catholic church charity.
The first course was half a pouch of pita/pide flatbread, with dips (tzatziki, hummus and taramasalata) and some salad on the side.
(London, 2026)
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