Every room, checked.

Five minutes from the city airport, built for people with an hour to kill.

A four-table room where the owner roasts on the counter during quiet hours.

A narrow shop on the old street, in a building that predates the station.

On the riverside path at Bitan, with a deck over the water and no walls.

A blue door on a grey street, no sign, and a menu written on the wall.

A white room with tall windows and a menu that fits on one page.

A wooden house under camphor trees, with a porch and four tables outside.

A four-table room in a lane off Wenzhou Street, run by one person and a dog.

A twelve-seat room that opens at seven and is full by eight with people who work nearby.