We’re only a 15-20 minute walk from Chinatown and tend to go there a lot for dinner. It isn’t that we’re really trying to prepare for our upcoming trip to China so much as we’re now addicted to crispy duck. Thanks, Frenchie.
The other night we were there with our Chinese friend, C, and as we were walking around I spotted this window…
Me: “C, what is wrong with that duck up in the corner? Why is he by himself and a different color??”
C: “What is wrong with him is he’s a chicken.”
I’ve been out of the kitchen for far too long.
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