Beer is Tsing Tao at £2.80, and tea was 70p. It was cheap, with Moet et Chandon at £42, a price well below any bar in central London. The wines were mostly French, and there was an odd mix of simple tasting notes with most wines, vintages for some but not others, and not even the grower in other cases. The wine list is an odd mix of joke wines (Mateus Rose: £14.50) and perfectly drinkable wines e.g. The menu was vast mostly standard Cantonese fare, with little in the way of “specials” or unusual house specialities. These were presumably for those tourists from isolated parts of the country who stumble in and go “what was I thinking: a Chinese restaurant and they have chopsticks: I can’t cope”. The tables were bare except for chopsticks, a soy sauce bottle and, rather oddly, a metal fork. The tablecloths had pink linen tablecloths and napkins and chairs were conventional wooden and perfectly comfortable. Waitresses and waiters, formally dressed, scurried back and forth delivering dishes and taking orders in a generally efficient manner, though there is no pretence at friendliness: this is all about turnover. No music plays, but the sheer bustle of the place generates plenty of noise, so the lack of music was a relief. There was a tatty green carpet that has seen better days lighting is bright, from ceiling spot lights. Otherwise the walls and rather low ceiling were plain cream. The dining room had along one wall a mounted set of wooden Chinese screens, and on another a gaudy red and gold patterned dragon display. We ate upstairs, and the place was packed, with tables being turned even on this midweek evening. The Golden Dragon is a large, bustling place on two levels.
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