When you tell a friend on the phone to meet you at "New Loon Moon", they assume you're being a racist. It's actually a well-stocked Asian supermarket ideal for picking up a brace of pomelo whilst waiting for their arrival.
Once united we moved to Baiwei, one in the tetralogy of Bar Shu Hunanese/Szechuan axis. Down a steep staircase to a basement and you can find all your Szechuan favourites on the menu brought to life in full technicolor.
Buoyed up by the mind bendingly good minced pork and aubergine at Chilli Cool, we opted for Baiwei's version. This fell somewhat flat relative to the gooey deliciousness that you can feel lapping against your back gums at Chilli Cool.
Another selection was Granny's stewed beef and sweet potato glass noodles, a bubbling cauldron of brick red lip-tingling pepper. The pot features vast hunks of beef with chunks of fat attached, crudely hacked from the cow. Not bad, but a weaker sense of Szechuan than other London options.