A little trip to China, the time to stop in Soho. It’s possible. The place is called Yauatcha. A pun between the name of the creator of the house, Alain Yau, and Chinese tea (cha) at which the ground floor, or rather grocery store-style tea-house as Hong Kong, is dedicated.
Ground, the noise, the constant activities, certain madness very dominated, with its long counter/aquarium light, its stone walls with fake candles embedded in the wall.
In short, more than 150 meals are served at full speed and play the tables happy. While the kitchen is semi open to the gaze of the diner. On the agenda: China in all its forms, its regions, its styles, with a particular inclination for dim sum. But the fries of Shanghai, the Beijing duck in fashion and honey sauce/sour red beans, Dover sole with shitake soybeans have also right to quote. Continue reading “Yauatcha Restaurant”