When you live in a different country from where you originated, you’ll know the dilemma with eating out at restaurants serving food supposedly from your own culture. On principle, I don’t usually visit Chinese restaurants much; not that there’s anything wrong with it, but because most of the time they’re not really dishes I crave or recognise. You’ll have probably experienced this yourself, when you’re travelling abroad and a restaurant claims to be serving ‘authentic (insert country) food’ whether it be British, Indian, American, Chinese or Mexican food. This definitely rings true for me.
We (my OH and I) were having a family meal with the in-laws at The Cotton House and I was game to give it a go.