We were back in the 'dining car' which was an ancient cafe car of pre- WWII French vintage.
The tables were rickety wire cafe type but screwed to the floor.
There was a little counter and the food was cooked in a wok using some sort of gas.
I asked for a menu and the man dug underneath the counter and pulled out an ancient typed sheet.
The first item was fried rice and chicken but I had been eating a lot of that so I pointed further down the list.
He shook his head and pointed at the fried rice and chicken again.
After two or three repeats of different items, I said OK, chicken and rice.
Three minutes later he reappeared and sat down a huge pile of fried rice with an egg on top.
I looked at it and pointed at the rice and said 'rice'' he nodded yes.
I pointed at the egg and said 'egg.'
He pointed at the egg and said 'chicken.'