I don't know exactly what a black Chinese restaurant would be, but I would sure love to see one.
I studied and worked in a Chinese restaurant to support myself. People would say to me 'Oh you must be missing home', but I had grown up hard. I was so happy to be there. I had never even been in a supermarket before coming to America. At home, my parents wouldn't let me open the refrigerator, because they worried I'd damage the door by opening it too many times.
In Hong Kong, 'wonton' means swallowing a cloud.
I'll have a Chinese takeaway now and again.
I worked in a Chinese restaurant.
Everything was happening on that strip of Fulton Street. And if I wanted Chinese food, if I wanted to play video games, if I wanted pizza, if I had to go to the corner story for a juice, I had to go on Fulton Street.
I walked out of the Chinese restaurant with a fat check, a record deal, and a box of shrimp egg foo yung!
