DOS HERMANOS OOP NORTH: DAY TWO (EVENING EDITION) THE RED CHILLI
Post Anthony’s we obviously were going to be a little bit peckish so had taken the precaution of booking a supper reservation at The Red Chilli, one of the most talked about Chinese restaurants in the country and one which specialises in food from Beijing and Sichuan.
We had a few hours to kill so we decided to take in a few local galleries before heading to catch an early carol service.
Nah, just kidding. We went to a few pubs. All pretty horrible as it happens although why we expected pubs in the centre of Leeds on the busiest Saturday of the year to be beacons of genteel hostelry I have no idea.
Anyway, we made it through to 8pm without being glassed (which, if you have looked at the picture of Paul’s gurning fizzog you will acknowledge is a feat in itself) and we headed off to The Red Chilli.
I am not sure why Gary let us book this place given that it was a long way removed from the normal Chinese offerings in this part of the world. It was perfect for me and HP but the two more white bread of our company squawked like little girlies when they saw some of the things on the menu and, after much argument during which I swear Gary asked for sweetcorn soup and a crispy duck, we managed to reach some sort of compromise.
However, the truth is we were so drunk by this time that it would not have mattered what we ordered and, if truth be told, I cannot recall many of the dishes except for the fact that they were searingly hot.
I do remember some very good cold five spice beef to begin served with some excellent salt & pepper squid and “wonder” chicken shreds.
Main courses involved some pretty decent ribs and a couple of fiery hot pot dishes from their “home style” menu which had us all sweating like a fat kid on a cross country run.
Gary and Paul were pretty out of it by this stage ( so we were DH but I have pictures to prove their wimpishness while we can use the defence of Corpus delicti ) and much of the food went uneaten.
I am unsure how we got home but, we did. I think it involved a train and a cab and lots of over exaggerated “shush”s with fingers over lips in the style of a Laurel & Hardy film as Gary made sure we did not wake up Sarah who by now was probably having a well earned shut eye.
Mmm, too much too drink and a meal consisting almost entirely of chilli? I closed my eyes and tried hard not to think of the inevitable consequences in the morning.