Let a hundred flowers bloom: let a hundred schools of thought contend.

They put me up in Chinatown. Staying in a former opium den, I suspected that the Triads have an investment of some kind in the joint. That said, I'd rather the Triads on my side than on the other side.

Notorious gangland activity aside, Chinatown sure can put of a spread in the grub department. I gave the flamethrower duck a miss [c'mon fellas, was it really necessary to leave the head, neck and feet on? That's no way to dispose of a body!].

However, once you get past the heads, feed, gizzards and so on, you can discover a whole world (well, continent) of very lovely food. That's not to say that creepy-looking food can't mean tasty-eating. I just don't have the nerve to nibble on a deep fried duck's bill - Daffy, what have they done to you?!?! - while his cold, unforgiving eyes stare straight at me, judging me, reproaching me.

I am certain that it would mean indigestion.

Comments

yournotalone said…

Love Chinese food, dude.

28 November 2008 at 11:27

Sue said…

Cody and his crew eat in Melbourne's Chinatown most Friday nights. The best banquets for minimal money...wonderful for uni students on budgets!

28 November 2008 at 22:32

Kris McCracken said…

Aigars and Sue, I am a fan too, but will admit that I made a poor call and had some uninspiring Chinese food during my stay.

The Korean place that I ate on Monday was excellent!

1 December 2008 at 10:37

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