This restaurant has a special meaning to me, not only because I am fascinated by the environment after I came in randomly, the taste of the food, the waiters who enjoy it, the frequent patrons of foreigners living in Kathmandu, and the sudden strikes. Before I left, I packed a lot. The waiter was a little disappointed and asked why I didn’t eat. I’m sorry to say that I couldn’t get a taxi to the airport because of the strike. I said goodbye to Kathmandu in a hurry, and Tashi. Parting, all emotions together, really tears.