On a Thursday afternoon in mid-November, I satisfied creator Mara Hvistendahl at Tea House on University Avenue. We ended up instructed to indication in by using a wall-mounted iPad, even although the restaurant stood mostly empty.
“Overcomplication by means of engineering is very authentically Chinese,” pointed out Hvistendahl as we stood unattended by the host stand, waiting around for a little something to happen.
“Mara!” announced a host loudly and briskly, which was odd as we remained the only people today waiting around for a desk. But we received a great booth: back in the corner, screened by carved wooden, more obscured by ceiling-height curtains of grey silk.
Hvistendahl seems to be like a writer as played by a motion picture star on screen: She has a wide mouth, grey-blue eyes, and a stylish blond ponytail with bangs. In a blink of her copper-shadowed eyes, our vegetables arrived and I