
Nathaniel Whitfield’s friend from a climbing gym in Los Angeles recommended checking out the “Merry Go Round” the next time he was in the quaint mountain community of Lone Pine.
So the 33-year-old found himself eating fried noodles 200 miles (322km) north of the megalopolis in a restaurant shaped like a merry-go-round.
Inside, dainty horse figurines painted in pastels peek out from nooks and crannies. Buddhas, too. A vintage neon sign out front advertises steaks, barbecue and lamb chops, but the fare is Chinese.





