D. Levesque
Chinesespots, lanterns and traditional prints are also an integral part of the décor.Chang's Noodles on New Oxford Street, with its wooden tables and soft lighting, serves authentic Chinese food, with decent portion sizes, and at affordable prices.I often make my way there on a rare day off work, and always order the same dish: fried eggs and tomatoes pieces with homemade noodles in a thick gravy.The dish reminds me of my grandmother's version of alphabet soup, and the creamy broth often works its magic and eases my tummy aches, the result of stress and an otherwise poor diet.ii.One day in January, I take the train to London and make my way to the unassuming spot.I drink a glass of water, lay out a pair of chopsticks on a white napkin, and reorganize the condiments on the table, including soya sauce and chili oil, after putting in my order.A few minutes later, my meal arrives, and I hold back tears as I blow on the noodles to cool them down.I don't want to upset the other customers, so I try to make myself as small as possible.It helps that I'm sitting at the back of the restaurant, but there's still a group of girls my age sharing plates of food at the table next to me.Even though I don't understand their language, I can easily read their facial expressions.