Fusion or specialist?

Due to circumstances which arose during my Three Teas Tour from Seattle to Ushaia Argentina, which you can read about in great and graphic detail by following the link on this page, I am now back in the UK.

I've been back in my motherland since just before Christmas and I must admit that my situation has curbed my unchained activities dramatically.

What I have found in Liverpool is the Chinese Chippie. This is either a Chinese Take-away that sells fish and chips, or a Fish and Chip shop that has ventured into Chinese food.

Indeed a fine example of this  morphing is now my local eatery of choice,

Chris's Chippie in Mossley Hill has without doubt, the most extensive menu I have ever encountered in one place. The combinations of cross cultural staples is bewildering as three walls are adorned with plasticised price lists. What space is left, is then covered with specials posters, salt and pepper chips being one that stands out.

What also stands out, is that unless Chris is an abbreviated form of Christianopolos, then Chris isn't anywhere to be seen. Indeed the deftness with which the Doner Kebab knife is wielded  would suggest a Mediterranean overtone to the current ownership.

My only issue with this approach to meeting every possible customer whim is, authenticity, something which a specialist restaurant I've recently found can not be charged with lacking.

It's above a Chinese wholesale supermarket on the outskirts of Liverpool. It sits amongst car dealerships and industrial units, where cheap space is required and such is the size of the warehouse that supports the downstairs supermarket, that this was obviously paramount in the choice of location. The restaurant upstairs is obviously secondary. It has to be good, as it caters for those who own Chinese restaurants of their own and who have come to buy stock. And indeed it is. It's authentic, with bizarre dim sums and meals that even Chris's haven't found wall space for. 

Tai Pan at the W.H. Lung Bldg down by the dock road Great Howard St Liverpool is my sort of place.

And just as a tip. At 12 noon, the supermarket brings out cooked soya ducks, belly pork, and smoked chickens. Be there early, they sell like hot ducks.