One of the anchors of Perth's Sichuan boom sits on a Northbridge corner, drawing the city's heat-seekers to tables set with induction hobs and ordering tablets. The draw is hotpot done the numbing Chengdu way: a rolling, chilli-and-peppercorn broth, split-pot if you want a milder half, into which you dunk paper-thin beef, tripe, house tofu, mushrooms and greens ordered by the screenful. Around the hotpot runs a longer menu of Sichuan proper, from braised dishes heavy with dried chilli to the cold plates that open a serious meal here: chilled pickles and mouth-numbing starters that reset the palate between rounds. The ma la is the real thing, the tingling, lip-buzzing heat that separates Sichuan cooking from mere spice, and the kitchen does not dial it back for a Western room. Fit-out is functional and bright rather than designed, the point being the pot in front of you and the pile of raw ingredients waiting to go in. It runs late and loud, built for groups who came to share a bubbling centrepiece and work through it slowly. For anyone chasing genuine Sichuan fire in Perth, this is one of the names locals reach for first.