Oh, Spicy House. How we’ve missed the late-night pilgrimages here (in the Before Times, it would often stay open up to 2 or 3am), drawn towards the only restaurant on the street still lit up for business; where we’d argue about whether to split the spicy chilli chicken or the deep-fried pork and whether it would be too basic or not to order the fried rice. We can’t wait to go back.