July 3, 2008 6:19 PM
An Attempt to Qualify Why I Keep Forgetting That the Chinese Are Not of Iberian Heritage
Last night, as my cabbie sped past my hotel and onto a strange sidestreet, I found myself gesturing wildly. The cabbie was responding in an unusual voice straight out of a Charles Schulz cartoon. I'm not talking about Charlie Brown's teacher; try Snoopy's feathered friend, Woodstock, instead.So with my cabbie alternating between a chirp and a strange whimper, and with my furious pointing taking me only farther away from my hotel, I said the only thing that really made sense at the time:
"¡No, no, mí hotel está allí! ¡Allí, por favor!"
And then I experienced a terrible moment of clarity. Oh, wait, I thought. He doesn't speak Spanish.
Perhaps I should explain.
Now, before basically folding my frame into a coach seat and flying here, I spent a few months out in a coastal town in Spain. (As for me being there and now here, I will say: such is the refined, continent-hopping lifestyle of today's impoverished college student.) But being young, frugal and hungry, I found myself searching for alternatives to pricey paellas and tapas. So, I started dining on occasion at Chinese restaurants, where a three course menu might only cost $7 or $10.
Now, I will assume that the core audience of this blog has not spent a lot of time eating Chinese food in countries that are not A.) the U.S. or B.) China. I do hope that this is not too big of a leap to make.
But I will also offer you this: until you've seen small, Spanish-speaking Chinese waitresses slip into occasional fits of Mandarin while bringing you something called "pollo kung pao," you're missing out.
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September 20, 2010
11:43 PM
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February 10, 2012
9:23 PM
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Why does my 4-year-old son only want to tell me a secret when I'm wearing a white shirt and he's eating chocolate?