Even as a wordsmith, I find certain sights and sounds on my travel that stump me totally. In these moments, I whip out my humble canon camera or my Samsung video camera to capture the delectable delights on my travels. The Grand Hotel lunch was one such frame of time where the photography came to the rescue. In fact, I spent more time clicking away instead of clucking away (aka chatting endlessly). During this time, I learnt a bit more of the Mandarin from the chef who served me some nicely honey roasted duck. I still get the tones incorrect, and I ended up saying something that was not at all palatable (no pun intended).
There is a lot to write about the Grand Hotel, from the views from the presidential suite to the lunch experience itself, but one post that I’m waiting to write is about the passage to the secret doorway. How mysterious, how marvellous. Till then, enjoy the photo essay below.
Note: This is not a Halal restaurant, like the one at Ali Baba’s Kitchen in TaoYuan County.