Chinese restaurants, home cooking, and place-making in New York City
Delicious telling of a history both sweet and sour. I love the way the author reminds us of the racial injustices of the past and present but manages to makes us feel the warmth of her Grandmother’s kitchen and the tenderness of her kiss. Thanks again ffj.
A bittersweet tale, beautifully bookended with the striped awning.
Great read! I particulary enjoyed learning how so many Chinese came to owning restaurants and laundries. Women's work...it was dismissive and undervalued as compared to men's work. I think we still have a way to go in this respect.
I absolutely love this story! I also owned a Chinese restaurant in the Bronx, on City Island called Taipan Diane in the late 1980s. It's a long story that has to do with my mother (Diane), who had no restaurant experience and no one in our family is Chinese. I, on the other hand did have extensive restaurant experience and ended up being sucked into this project if only to try to salvage it. Of course, we produced exactly what you're talking about: Chinese food for an American palette. It was only when I traveled to China that I understood the amazing cuisine that I had never tasted but thought I knew! Thank you so much for sharing.
An excellently written, and highly absorbing piece. I thoroughly enjoyed it, could almost smell the aroma's.
A beautifully written and insightful piece!
Excellent family history> I always thought New York was more 'authenically Chinese' in its cuisine than SF, with Boston being a pale imitation.
Exquisite! Powerfully done!