The twenty-four minute walk suggested by the Maps app took considerably longer than advertised, due to distractions along King Street, and we reached the preferred dinner option around five-thirty. Zheng Hao had attracted good reviews over at Urbanspoon, something that most of the other options in the area hadn't quite managed, so as far as I was concerned it was a case of eat and wait rather than wander, choose and presumably end up at the end of a queue of diners who'd descended on the place while we were making up our minds.
Madam, still close to replete after Tasmanian salmon at Doyle's, opted for soup dumplings similar to those we'd had the previous day (the dough, she reported was slightly thicker, but still very good) while, faced with a variety of temptations, I settled for Singapore Noodles, which were excellent. I doubt that we'll be back in the area in a hurry, but if we are I'd quite happily set about trying to give the menu at Zheng Hao a thorough going over.
Had we taken a look around the neighbourhood, however, we just might have gone elsewhere, since we were passing Bank's Thai when Madam spotted the distinctive hairstyle and facial features of Derek Trucks.
Now, I'd looked at the place as an option, but decided to give it a miss based on reviews that were slightly more mixed than those at Zheng Hao, and, possibly, had we gone looking and spotted Mr Trucks in there we'd have gone in too, working on the assumption that someone who knew had pointed him in that particular direction.
But, as we found out later, that hadn't quite been the case.
A stroll a few blocks further along Enmore Road killed some of the waiting time until the doors opened but we ended up standing around outside the venue while the distinctive notes of Robert Randolph's pedal steel thundered away at soundcheck inside.