On one of my first visits to Sydney, a co-worker brought us to a tiny Chinese restaurant that he called “Hole in the Wall”. This was not actually the name of the restaurant, but it turns out, he didn’t even know the name of the place. Hole in the Wall it was, and, the name was apt.
This experience was years ago, but I still remember it vividly. Swarms of people. Huge wait for a table. Ridiculously cramped. Plastic grapes hanging...
