Synopsis
Somewhere in the east, there stands an odd little shop that has turned down a three Michelin star rating. Multiple times. The cost is steep. A soup and egg fried rice set runs you 288 RMB. Plus pickles come with it—almost forgot that part. Still, people queue for hours to get in. No reservations allowed. Walk-ins only, and you have to actually be standing there in line. Folks drive across the city just to wait. Nobody's got anywhere to leave their cars or planes anyway. The staff doesn't lift a finger. You grab your own dishes, hunt down your own…
