Little London Stories: my favourite waiter
I knew when I met Stuart that he was special, but I could hardly envision how our natural bond would comfort me months later. Whilst researching my dissertation in London, I frequently scurried past a Chinese restaurant at Russell Square. One day I decided to go in. I immediately felt at ease, even if it was one of those hard or punk rock afternoons when staff played music to please their tourist customers. Stuart is a father of one little boy, is as sharp as a Ginzu 🔪 and as kind as Mother Theresa. I can't write this without tearing up. I ate at his restaurant nearly every week whilst researching my thesis. It is about a 20- minute jaunt to the British Library from here, and a good midway point before hopping on the Tube at Russell Square or resting before walking to Holborn. I must admit it took me till the summer before I stopped walking all the way to Temple if I couldn't handle Russell Square, where my MacAir was stolen! But the saddest story of all was when I had to...