KUNG PAO FOR CHRISTMAS?
Add a drizzle of soy to the meatloaf, and presto! Chinese!
Tuna salad with sesame-chili aioli? Presto, Chinese!
Turkey dogs, pineapple. Presto, Chinese!
This blogger is not even going to the 24th. annual Kung Pao Kosher Comedy event (the dinner show is already sold out in any case) at the New Asia Garden on Pacific Avenue just below Stockton Street. Eating quasi-Cantonese food with a whole bunch of vibrant single Jews?
None of whom I have ever met before the feast?
That is very much not my thing.
Yeah, I'm single, and have nothing else planned for Christmas day.
But I am neither Jewish nor quasi-Cantonese.
I wish them a lot of fun.
The most Chinese-y thing I will do that day is likely have some dimsum by myself, assuming that the point-and-order places I like are open, smoke a pipe while wandering around Chinatown for an hour, then hunt up some milk-tea and a piggy bun, enjoy another bowl afterwards, and head on home. Where I will roast the turducken my landlords gave us.
Not a Caucasian, Jew, or Japanese person in the bunch.
It's rather sad. Caucasian folks are a lot of fun.
how to cook.
Duck too. I do a good bird.
Roast Goose would be wonderful, especially Hong Kong style, but the only place in Chinatown that does goose is not where I want to be on Christmas. Going there for goose by myself on Christmas would seem like failure, and might provoke feelings sympathy among the wait-staff (or glee from the waiter who actively dislikes me).
Which would be misplaced; I have no intention of being miserable like other bachelors that day.
Yeah. A groundhog.
Dim sum. Chuchai bao. Naai cha. Turducken.
A tin of aged Virginia tobacco.
And twinkly eyes.
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