GOING out for a slap-up feast and a visit to the panto is guaranteed to make you feel young at heart.

Providing, that is, you remember to take your reading glasses with you.

It is hard to feel youthful when you have to get your 15-year-old son to read out the menu so you can figure out what to have.

So, for those fellow diners at Yu who were looking quizzically across at our wee family, now you know what that was all about.

Still, not being able to see the menu was a minor issue at this elegant and hugely popular Union Street diner.

I was able to see the food when it arrived ... and there was plenty of it.

To sustain us through all the “oh, yes it is” fun to come we pushed out the boat with a mixed starter, checking in at £6.50 a head (we ordered for two, which adequately fed the three of us sharing).

Yummy mushroom rolls (a bit like folded toast with a rich filling), vied with spring rolls for our attention. There was a bit of a scrap over who had the tasty shredded chicken and meaty spring rolls, but the crispy seaweed was mine all mine.

The consensus was a thumbs up, but a bit too much batter to filling ratio on the rolls front.

During all of this our seven-year-old was quite happy to munch on her side portion of chicken fried rice and marvel at the panda-shaped chopstick rest.

We, meanwhile, were looking forward to our mains.

I was having the jong bo pork (£8.60) – at least that’s what my loon said I was having. I was treated to superbly tender, sweetish pork slices and the freshest chunks of pepper and onion. It was let down, though, by a sauce that was not spicy as billed, just salty.

However, the boy’s honey chilli chicken (£8.60) was masterful – strips of breast slathered in a dark rich sauce with chunks of chilli to give it a real zing.

It was perfect with the egg-fried rice (£2.80) we were sharing.

Meanwhile, Mrs B, was nodding and making very approving noises about her kung po chicken (£8.60). Again, the same high quality of breast, this time in a batter as light as a butterfly’s wing. The delicate sauce carried the secret weapon of chilli pieces that gave this dish a fiery kick.

She was loving it, especially with her order of noodles (£3.50) that were refreshingly grease free.

As we ordered the bill – which came with my pet hate, a 10% service charge thrown in – we agreed this was a fine feed, just right to put us in the panto mood.

And at least I didn’t need my readers to see Cinderella.