A friend and I found a tasty Chinese restaurant in Monterey Park. It's the real deal. The first time we ate there we were afraid to go in. We peered through the window. The patrons were exclusively Chinese. They're such a close-knit community, we wondered how they'd react to us. We had to summon all our courage just to open the door.
The wait staff were friendly. However, did I detect a degree of burdensome dread emanating from them? The Americans.
I looked around the room. The patrons were staring at our table as though we were foreigners. Hell, I practically grew up in Monterey Park. I use to play with the Wang twins. Where were they then, I asked myself? They were dodging Chairman Mao.
The kid sitting at the table next to us couldn't help but gawk. Some people were friendly, and others weren't. Some people looked at us with a hint of there goes the neighborhood. They'd look at me and I at them. I was wondering if I had honked at one of them on the drive in. Hey, weren't you just on the 10 freeway? Sure, hide yourself in the soup, I don't blame you, it's delicious.
The wait staff were friendly. However, did I detect a degree of burdensome dread emanating from them? The Americans.
I looked around the room. The patrons were staring at our table as though we were foreigners. Hell, I practically grew up in Monterey Park. I use to play with the Wang twins. Where were they then, I asked myself? They were dodging Chairman Mao.
The kid sitting at the table next to us couldn't help but gawk. Some people were friendly, and others weren't. Some people looked at us with a hint of there goes the neighborhood. They'd look at me and I at them. I was wondering if I had honked at one of them on the drive in. Hey, weren't you just on the 10 freeway? Sure, hide yourself in the soup, I don't blame you, it's delicious.
