Showing posts with label Chinese bakeries (餅家). Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chinese bakeries (餅家). Show all posts

Wednesday, June 19, 2019

JUST FILLED WITH GOODNESS. AND SWEET CREAM.

There are several food places near the apartment where I live that I have not patronized, and others where I have not eaten in months or years. The neighborhood has changed a bit. Restaurants now cater to a modern and mostly techno-yuppie crowd, whose ability to try new things is limited by Midwestern and East-Coast food conservatism coupled with a love for hip Franco-Newyorkish pretensions. Plus glutenfree, meatless, and "natural". What this means is boring Thai, boring Pizza, and absolutely repulsive Chinese, and at least three restaurants where you can get Alice Waters inspired expensive "cuisine". Which is'precious'.

I have never been very fond of "cuisine".

Food, hot sauce, coffee or tea.

Plus friendly staff.


The burrito joint has vegan and vegetarian, the nearest Chinese restaurant does a fabulous trade in egg rolls, General Tso, and sweet and sour, plus kungpao vegetables, plus there's an "American" restaurant.
Biscuits covered with artisanal cheddar and gravy.
Champagne cocktails!

Which means that old folks, natives, and kids, can all go piss up a rope.

No, this ain't gonna be one of those long old man ranting what is this world coming to kids these days, back in my day, or grandpa Simpson wearing the onion on his belt essays. This blogger is NOT creaky enough for that!
On the plus side, there is an excellent bakery nearby, and also a restaurant with great burgers and fries. Plus a crêpe place and a donut shop that does good Vietnamese type sandwiches, which unfortunately closes too early.
And the only real issue is that none of these businesses will let me smoke my pipe inside and chase away the flies and vegetarians with my fumes.


Basically, it's all about demographics, and I am not it.


That's a primary reason I head over to Chinatown on my off days for lunch and snackipoos. Fewer people staring at their cell phones, and better food. More interesting conversations to overhear too. Locutions!

It's a calmer and far less hip environment.


[No, can't smoke inside there either. Dang.]


No one really wants to listen to the latest sports events while chomping on a scrumptious pastry or chowing down on bitter melon omelette with rice. If a teevee is on, there's a soap opera or a news broadcast, and no eyes are glued in rapt attention to the screen. Primarily because that takes away from the food and talk.

Most places do have WiFi, but I have never seen anyone working on their laptop while the ice melts or their food goes cold.

That's what BoBa places might be for.



單小茶粿
EINE KURZE LISTE KLEINE SNACKEREIEN

Because I mentioned 'snackipoos', which for me are mostly pastries, here's a partial list of fun things to eat at the bakeries in Chinatown, most of which also have HK milk tea, as well as other drinks.
They want you to be happy.

芝士蘑菇包 ('ji si mo gu baau'): Cheese and mushroom bun.
雞包 ('gai baau'): Chicken bun (steamed).
叉燒包 ('chaa siu baau'): Charsiu bun (steamed).
焗叉燒包 ('guk chaa siu baau'): baked charsiu bun.
菠蘿叉燒包 ('bo lo chaa siu baau'): Pineapple charsiu bun (does not contain pineapple, vaguely looks like pineapple).
奶油包 ('naai yau baau'): Cream bun.
蔥油條 ('chung yau baau'): Scallion bun.
菠蘿奶黃包 ('bo lo naai wong baau'): Pineapple cream bun.
火腿蛋包 ('fo teui daan baau'): Ham and egg bun.
毛毛蟲 ('mou mou chung'): "Hairy hairy bug"; cream and jam bun.
蔥油肉鬆卷 ('chung yau yiuk sung kuen'): Scallion and pork floss roll.
紅豆菠蘿包 ('hung dau bo lo baau'): Red bean paste filled pineapple bun.
肉鬆包 ('yiuk sung baau'): Pork floss bun.
菠蘿包 ('bo lo baau'): Pineapple bun.
椰香包 ('ye heung baau'): Coconut bun.
豆沙包 ('dau saa baau') Red bean paste bun, which is very old school.
瑞士捲 ('seui si kuen'): Swiss roll; a rolled sheet cake with sweet cream filling.
咖啡牛奶捲 ('gaa fei ngau naai kuen'): Coffee cream Swiss roll.
朱古力瑞士卷 ('chiu gu lik seui si kuen'): Chocolate cream Swis roll.
香蘭瑞士卷 ('heung laan seui si kuen'): Pandan (fragrant screwpine) flavoured cream Swiss roll.
芒果瑞士捲 ('mong gwo seui si kuen'): Mango Swiss roll.
芋頭瑞士捲 ('wu tau seui si kuen'): Sweet taro paste Swiss roll.
鲜草莓瑞士卷 ('sin chou mui seui si keun'): Fresh Strawberries Swiss Roll, also called 士多啤梨瑞士卷 ('si do bei li seui si kuen').
奶油筒 ('naai yau tung'): Cream horn.
咖啡奶油筒 ('gaa fei naai yau tung'): Coffee cream horn.
合桃酥 ('hap tou sou'): Walnut pastry.
皮蛋酥 ('pei daan sou'): Preserved egg pastry.
椰撻 ('ye taat'): Coconut tart.
紙包蛋糕 ('ji bau daan gou'): Paper wrapped cupcake. 蛋糕 ('daan gou') means Western style cake.
老婆餠 ('lou pou beng') Wife cake; an old-fashioned pastry with a candied winter melon paste inside.
蛋撻 ('daan taat') Egg tart. There are truly excellent ones at Double A Bakery (永興餅家 'wing hing bing kaa') on Stockton Street.
叉燒酥 ('chaa siu sou') a flaky turnover with barbecued pork inside.
煎堆 ('jin dui') sesame seed balls, deep-fried hollow glutinous rice flour dough balls, commonly filled with lotus-seed paste (蓮蓉 'lin yong').
豆沙餅 ('dau saa beng') sweet red bean paste pastry.


Usually I simply go for one of the last five items listed (老婆餠 、蛋撻 、叉燒酥 、煎堆、豆沙餅). The kindly folks at Chinese Hospital have told me to watch my diet (I do, I do; food always looks so beautiful), so I've cut down on snackipoos and increased my vegetable intake, and, speaking of which, steamed broccoli is fit only for a snack while watching horror movies or mulching the yard, nothing else.


Yeah, no, there are no frikandellen or kroketten anywhere nearby, nor a decent berenklauw or bamischijf. As for herring, forget it.
One cannot have everything.



Alors, let's eat!



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Tuesday, September 11, 2018

MOONCAKES ON MY MIND: MID AUTUMN 2018

Now it turns out that when you do amateur translating while having Hong Kong milk tea and an egg tart, you end up with a free Hong Kong milk tea and an egg tart. As well as a red bean paste moon cake with an egg yolk.
Which is very nice, but I did try to pay and turn down the moon cake, because I would have done it all for funsies anyhow.
What with being a show-off.
At tea time.


The Chinese Mid-Autumn Festival (中秋節 'jung chau jit') is on September 24 this year. In the period leading up to it, mooncakes are all over the place. The supply tapers off afterwards.


Aside from numerous observances, one of the most enjoyable things is the common availability of such pastries. Which are about as thick as a good steak, and the diameter of a can of catfood. Usually round, sometimes square. They're filled with a sweet paste, very rich and delicious, and often have a preserved duck egg yolk for a yummy taste contrast.


月餅

So, for the benefit of Asian Americans who cannot read Chinese OR speak Cantonese, what with being from Shanghai or Taiwan, or tenth generation, AND those non-Chinese with open culinary minds who are not far from a Chinese bakery, here are some translations.

The most common types of mooncake:

純正蓮蓉月餅 ('juen jeng lin yung yuet bing'): no yolk lotus seed paste mooncake.
單黃蓮蓉月餅 ('daan wong lin yung yuet bing'): single yolk lotus seed paste mooncake.
雙黃蓮蓉月餅 ('seung wong lin yung yuet bing'): double yolk lotus seed paste mooncake.
純正豆沙月餅 ('juen jeng dau saa yuet bing'): no yolk red bean paste mooncake.
單黃豆沙月餅 ('daan wong dau saa yuet bing'): single yolk red bean paste mooncake.
雙黃豆沙月餅 ('seung wong dau saa yuet bing'): double yolk red bean paste mooncake.

[純正 ('juen jeng'): pure, unadulterated. 雙黃 ('seung wong'): two yellows. 蓉 ('yung'): hibiscus, Chengdu city; smooth confectionary paste. 月餅 ('yuet bing'): mooncake.]


Other types of mooncake that are well-known:

白蓮蓉月餅 ('paak lin yung yuet bing'): white lotus seed paste mooncake.
棗泥月餅 ('jou nei yuet bing'): red Chinese date paste mooncake.
五仁月餅 ('ng yan yuet bing'): five types of nuts mooncake.
金華火腿 ('kam waa fo tuei'): Jinhua ham with fruits and nuts.


Five less common types of mooncake filling:

芋頭 ('wu tau'): taro. 芝麻 ('ji maa'): sesame. 榴蓮 ('lau lin'): durian. 綠茶 ('luk cha'): green tea. 栗蓉 ('luet yung'): chestnut paste.


西木米

Note regarding that last one that 栗 ('luet') looks remarkably like 粟 ('suk'), which means millet, and is used for corn (maize) in Cantonese.
The difference is that while both have "west" (西 'sai') on top, the first has "wood" (木 'muk') underneath, the second "husked rice kernel" (米 'mai').
It's easy to misread or mis-write one for the other.



永興,東亞,榮華

In addition to two deservedly famous and very excellent bakeries (永興餅家 'wing hing bing kaa', the AA Bakery on Stockton Street; 東亞餅家 'tung ah bing kaa', the Eastern Bakery on Grant) for Chinese style patisserie, San Francisco Chinatown is loaded to the gills with square four-cake tins from numerous other manufacturers, including several kinds from Hong Kong.

And surely you've heard of Wing Wah (香港榮華餅家有限公司 'heung kung wing waa bing kaa yau haan kung si') in the New territories?



POST SCRIPTUM

While I was typing this, our landlady rang the doorbell. At present there are more mooncakes in this apartment than there were before.
They will be very much enjoyed.



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Saturday, April 14, 2018

BISCUIT SHOP: CHINATOWN BAKERIES

Over the years several of the old-fashioned coffee shops and bakeries in Chinatown have disappeared. Largely they have given way to a different and more modern style of business, the key characteristics of which are fancier pastries, and a marked lack of seating. In those bakeries where people congregate for a bite and a beverage, the coffee is still pretty bad (but very cheap, that's why), the style of baked goods is an echo of the seventies and eighties, and the clientele often has silver hair.
Some modern places have cheesecake and no tables.

Old-school lunchcounter bakeries, with simple Chinese pastries, apple pie, strawberry cake, and a variety of hot savoury items, are a thing of the past. Along with banana cream pie, Boston cream, and daily specials: ox tail, patty over rice, chops, fried chicken, chicken fried steak.

That generation retired.


COUNTERS AND BOOTHS

Years ago I went to the Eastern Bakery, which had a lunch counter where you could read the newspaper while swilling endless refills. Alan Gin and Mr. Fong would often be there, Ted came by occasionally, and Auntie Jenny kept us wired to the eyebrows. The steamed chicken bun (雞包) was totally excellent, the dow sa bing ditto, and their pie and coffee crunch cake were famous. Many years ago they ripped out the lunch counter, I moved out of the neighborhood, and Auntie Jenny retired.
Their moon cakes are iconic.
They still exist.

At Ping Yuen on Jackson, the cream pies were extremely nice, the counter was very long, and the ladies who worked there often got me whacked to the gills by endlessly refilling my cup. I read three newspapers while sitting there, did all the puzzles, frequently studied Chinese poetry or Tang-Sung essays from books I had recently bought at Louie Bros or Jung Mei, and when they closed in the evening I would go to the Great Star Theater to watch Chow Yun-fat or Lau Tak Wah shoot em up in Hong Kong gangster flicks till midnight. Ping Yuen no longer exists, the cinema closed years ago.

Sun Wah Kue was a long-time fixture, with a main entrance on Washington and a door on 舊呂宋 alley. Fabulous oxtail and fried chicken, famous among old-timers for chops, steaks, and orange chiffon pie. The lighting was not good enough to read by, but if you sat in the right place you could observe the people passing by in the alleyway while enjoying some stellar apple pie a la mode. You had to signal for refills; they weren't quite as 'stimulating' as the other two places mentioned. But they had booths, yellowing walls, and their lunches were truly special.
Long gone, long long gone.


THE MODERN AGE

The other day I was at a well-known bakery on Stockton around tea-time, listening in on three conversations at once. The spry bird-like woman who is often there, talking animatedly with the silver-haired Burma uncle, a table behind me with a pretty middle-aged woman and three other people, and at the table directly across from me an old gentleman possessed of a lively wit and one of the most intelligent expressive faces I have ever seen.
I hope the woman with the very beautiful hair next to him is his wife.
Or mistress, girlfriend, inamorata, squeeze, or whatever.
But she's probably a daughter.
Shan't ask.

One cup of milk tea (奶茶 'naai cha'), a fresh warm meat floss bun (肉鬆飽 'yiuk sung baau'), and three lively talky-talks around me to hold my interest. One peculiarity of Cantonese folks in conversation is that there are numbers for everything, food will always be mentioned, and everybody has a term. Older siblings, younger maternal aunties, uncles who are father's younger brother, ah sang ("mister dude"), pretty miss ('leng neui'), young female cousin ('piu mui'), previously born person ('sin saang') .......
Lo sai (younger brother), taai lou (older brother).
Taai go taai, ah sou.
Heng jeung.


I had a blast.




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Wednesday, September 06, 2017

THEY WON'T GIVE THAT TO WHITE PEOPLE

It's a common belief among some folks that Chinese restaurants hide the best food among the daily specials posted on the wall, which are written in characters that Caucasians cannot read. "Totally delicious, but they don't want us to have any!" And there are so many things that the desperate white gourmand would like to eat but cannot.
He's utterly despondent.


餐蛋公仔麵

The astute wall specials reader will instantly recognize that what is offered in those five characters is a flash in the pan, as it were. Something quick for the person on the go. And let's see if it proves popular among the target audience (neighborhood people), before we bother translating it. Two slices Spam browned in a skillet, with a fried egg, over a bowl of instant noodles, and perhaps a vegetable of some sort added. Sorry, I cannot imagine most Anglos lining up for that, and there are not enough Hawaiians in this city to make it one of their best sellers to a "foreign" audience either. Here's the google search that shows you exactly what to expect: 餐蛋公仔麵 -- Images. It's a typical Hong Kong lunch concept.
Good with a cup of milk tea.

The same place that offers the Spam & egg noodles also had freshly pressed soy bean milk, soft fresh tofu with syrup, all kinds of bubble tea, Ovaltine, orange juice, carrot juice, and various ice creams.
All of which is on the wall in Chinese.
阿華田 ('ah waa tin').


The macaroni (通粉) dishes are also advertised in Chinese. Ham and egg macaroni, chicken chunk macaroni, luncheon meat macaroni, shrimp macaroni, chicken soup and chopped ham macaroni .....

It's not that they're hiding all the good stuff from Whitey, but that Whitey is a very hard customer to deal with, barking all kinds of difficult questions, pointing and exclaiming, and then usually asks for the restroom key.
Often without buying anything .......

Except for a nice elderly couple yesterday, who looked at everything, asked what it was, bought a few of each to sample later without understanding all of the explanation, and happily spent about twenty or thirty bucks on Chinese baked goods without any fuss and bother.
And then didn't need the key at all.

[The key is hidden in the slot between the register and the display case with pandan Swiss roll cakes (班蘭瑞士蛋糕卷 'baan-laan seui-si daan-gou kuen'), if you must know.]


The two greatest advantages of being able to read Chinese yesterday were recognizing the wall special as an old familiar that didn't need any clarifying despite the dense abbreviation ("dine egg doll noodle"), and knowing what the foot and half tall person with the floppity hair that made her round head look bigger in proportion was excitedly singing about.

"Ji baau dan gou, ji baau dan gou, ji baau dan gou, ji baau dan gou, ji baau dan gou, ji baau dan gou, ji baau dan gou, ji baau dan gou, ji baau dan gou, ji baau dan gou, ji baau dan gou, ji baau dan gou, ji baau dan gou, ji baau dan gou, ji baau dan gou, ji baau dan gou, ji baau dan gou, ji baau dan gou, ji baau dan gou, ji baau dan gou!"

A sponge or chiffon (紙包蛋糕), single serving, light and fluffy.
Described by Wikipedia: Paper wrapped cake.
Lots of Google images.


She was a very nice little girl, and her dad buying her ji baau dan gou really did make the world sunny and bright.


Unless 紙包蛋糕 or a nice cup of 港式奶茶 can make your world sunny and bright, you do not need to know what it is.




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Tuesday, July 19, 2016

WHO'S ON FIRST?

After reading an article on a clickbait site about first dates that went completely wrong, I realized that none of that applied to me. A long time ago I already had exceptionally acute weirdo radar, and having been single for the past several years in today's San Francisco, that weirdo radar has come back full force, improved, and absolutely totally rocks.
Which is a good thing, because this city is full of it.

Nah, no point in detailing the stuff on that site. Suffice to say that there are some pretty darn dysfunctional folks out there. Who are ... single.

At least I hope they still are.


Many people do not understand the purpose of the first date.


Which is to ascertain how you like your coffee (or other preferred non-alcoholic beverage of whatever temperature), what books you read, and whether you have any food-related hang-ups that preclude social eating.
Also, largely, it's an opportunity to weed out people who hide a streak of insanity a mile wide.

Remarkably, this is also the motivation of the second date.

As well as the third, and several more.


Done properly, you will end up with a man or a woman with whom it is fun to have coffee or other beverages while talking about books and food.
Which is what it's all about in any case.


Given that this is San Francisco, it will not surprise you that there have been no first dates, and even fewer second dates.
I drink a lot of coffee (and other non-alcoholic beverages), but there is nothing romantic about it.
There's nothing to see here, just move along.


Should I ever say "let's go have coffee", you'll know it's pretty serious.


AFTERWORD

I tend to avoid Starbucks, Peets, and the coffee shops in North Beach, largely because of idiots, dweebs, and artistic types. A long time ago there was a place in my neighborhood with bookshelves and several hundred things to read. When I was still living in North Beach I would occasionally seek refuge there on rainy evenings, and spend a few hours devouring Maigret and Sam Spade, or travel books.
They no longer exist.

The Trieste, on Vallejo and Grant, is a nice place, but unfortunately there are artistic individualists in permanent residence who still recognize me, but cannot remember that the last time we met I indicated that I was not at all enjoying their attempts at conversation, their company, or even having them in the same city block as myself at that moment. This precludes going to the place with the best lattes in town.

The great thing about bakeries in Chinatown is that it takes years for any of the regulars to ever recognize the visiting kwailos, even longer before they say anything.

I've stopped going to any of the places on Polk Street.
Far too many people with electronics.
No Chinese pastries.




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Tuesday, August 25, 2015

CLEAN EATING DISORDER

This blogger welcomes the new food intolerance. Particularly the trend by "concerned" consumers to avoid dairy, gluten, and animal-derived protein (meat). The reason is because such dietary paranoia inevitably leads to malnutrition, and the lord knows we do not need those obsessive mental defectives poisoning society. Or breeding.

Far better that the intolerant crowd be too wan and energy-less to leave their dens filled with macramé.

There is an Italian restaurant in Sausalito that promises gluten-free pizza and pasta. This is absurd.

Uninformed diet-gurus spouting nonsense are the new Christianity, and I want no part of it.



Go ahead and starve yourselves.


More for the rest of us.


Today I shall have pastries made by people who live better and longer than you, and think you are all nuts.






Tags: #wellness #eatclean #nourish.
Further tags: #neuroses #dingos #Vani Hari is meshugge


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Friday, September 05, 2014

THEY HAVE THE BEST CHARSIU PASTRIES!

One of my favourite teatime spots is not very impressive. The cakes aren't particularly fancy, there are no tablecloths, and the scones and crumpets, far from being hot and toasty, are entirely non-existent. Nor is the tea brewed in fine pots filled with leaves from Assam and Darjeeling, and ladies do not wear gloves there.


It is, in fact, the kind of place that would unprepossess many of my upstanding relatives. Not so much my late grandmother, who came from a tea-drinking culture, but my mother's side of the family.
Who seldom drank tea.

I have had no contact with the kinfolk who settled in Santa Barbara, since a very brief exchange of e-mails back in 1998 or 1999. They were old then, and we had long grown apart.
Which is an understatement van jewelste, given that growing up in the Netherlands it was impossible to ever meet them, and my mother did not have a particularly high regard for her siblings.

I'm assuming that that is due to the contentiousness hereditary among some Presbyterian / Calvinist tribal groupings. Repressed bloodlust meets hard-headed stubbornness, and all that.

I last met them before I was conversational.

If I had ever had the chance to take my mother to the place in question, she would have tolerated it with good grace, but maybe told me afterwards "son, you're goofy".


港式奶茶一杯


Normal boys do NOT have a hot cuppa 奶茶 in a bakery frequented by Toishanese peasant types, quietly listening in on the other customers talking, while munching delicious egg tarts.
Or flaky charsiu turnovers.

Personally I think they're the best charsiu turnovers in the city.
And the patrons respect my sense of privacy.
These are important things!

The listening-in part is only half-eared, as most of the time the regional speech used is particularly dense, rather than standard city Cantonese.
Except for the frequent punctuation with 'diu'.
Either snapped or drawled.
An emphatic.


最好嘅叉燒酥!


The street on which it is located is quiet, without either the flood of shoppers OR the herds of tourists. There's a job-center for Chinese speakers across the street, a place where you can arrange for a grave stone, and a doctor who specializes in women problems.

That right there could be a wonderful narrative: a gentleman in between assignments as a dimsum chef experiences psychological problems with a woman because of a funerary marker, OR dreams of placing a nice tomb stone on top of a problematic woman at his last job.

On one of the upper floors, an opera academy practices, a few doors down from the bakery a chess club meets in a basement. Towards Clay Street are a florist, a laundromat, a printers, a bubble tea place, and an herbalist. At the intersection of Washington is a "tea-restaurant" (茶餐廳 'chaa chanteng') where good rice porridge and Hong Kong style spaghetti can be had. Plus baked porkchops with 'Portugee' sauce.
There's a fine noodle restaurant a few doors up from that.
Plus more herbal stores, and barber shops.


As I mentioned, many of the regulars are Toishanese peasant types. The air is filled with that strange stand-in for the Cantonese 'S' sound, the Toishan 'HTHL'. Hthl'''''''''''''''''!
The 'T' of Tong Yan (唐人 "Chinese person") falls silent

Not 'sap man', but 'hthleep moon'. Tong yan becomes 'hong an'. And there are other more rural locutions.

In several ways, Toishanese people are like the Yorkshiremen of China. Wry-humoured, given to exaggeration for rhetorical effect, and capable of keeping a grimly straight face when telling a particularly tall one.

It's a resilient subculture.
Albeit unintelligible.


Most of the patrons are middle-aged men, no longer the young fellows who were gonna make it big in Gold Mountain, but settled down and grown realistic about their narrower prospects. Maintain and survive as long as possible, stay at a job that provides little money but a lot of community, and force the younger generation into college.
The boy will succeed, and eventually dad will retire.
When he damned well feels like it.
At around eighty.

They've learned to control their smoking, which is quite remarkable for Cantonese gentlemen. Partly this is due to the horrendous high price for a pack of fags in California, which hits the lower income levels hardest, largely it's because the health codes no longer allow you to have a ciggy going while comfortably inside with your bun and coffee.

And you really do want to sit inside.

Two small spry women work there.
Who also speak Toishanese.
It adds something.
Home.



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Saturday, August 16, 2014

SF CHINATOWN: WHAT DOESN'T EXPLODE MAY BE WONDERFUL!

After passing several clusters of bellowing tourists on Grant Avenue, it finally struck me that visiting Chinatown is the best thing to do. Why bother finding out about San Francisco, seeing the real sights, talking to locals, when all you have to do is follow a list: go to Chinatown, hike up to Coit Tower, walk across the Golden Gate Bridge, see Fishermans' Wharf, boat over to Alcatraz, and shop for tacky crap.
So easy, so simple, so not requiring thought.
Tourist don't want to think; it's hard.
And it might require research.

The necessity to use their brains makes them stumble when it's time to return from the Golden Gate Bridge. Like anxious chickens, they will flock up to the first bus that hoves into view, and fight to board.
Never mind that several people are getting off.
This is our bus, we saw it first!
Outta the way, bitches!

It's usually the number seventy or eighty out of Marin. The driver will explain several key things, once the honoured foreigners and fat Midwesterners have stopped foaming at the mouth.

This bus does NOT go to Union Square or Fisherman's Wharf. No, he does not know how they can get there from here. Downtown is large; if they don't know where they are going, they should not take this bus.
Those tickets are only good on Muni (the city buses), he has fifty people sitting behind who are being even further delayed by tourists pointlessly yelling in Italian or German, and it costs four dollars and fifty cents to travel on this conveyance, which is a regional bus, rather than the two bucks OR convenient tourist pass on Muni. Which you missed, back there behind you, it's just pulled out, but you could have caught it if you hadn't wasted fifteen minutes arguing.

Sadly, disconsolately, the smelly and fat visitors fade into the frigid mists of the Bridge Toll Plaza, to wait yet another hour for the next Muni bus. Some of them will mob another vehicle from Marin before it is all over.

They're geese. Or sheep.
Albeit quite rabid.
And vicious.

In the same un-thought-out fashion, they go to Chinatown.


NOT THIS CHINATOWN

Part of the problem is that San Francisco always insists that this is the largest neighborhood of its kind outside of Asia. Which it isn't, by a very wide margin. New York, Toronto, and Vancouver have far greater Chinatowns, and our second and third Chinatowns are bigger too.

Another issue is that tourist guides, hotel desk clerks, and the San Francisco Chamber of Commerce speak glowingly of the food and antiques, lovely brocades, fabulous quaintness, and totally cute omg sights, people, and objects.

The food is either every day Cantonese food for a local population which wants good for cheap and gets it, OR high-priced muck sold primarily to white people who demand stuff that the locals will not touch.

Tablecloths? Who ever heard of such a thing?
There is no Perrier, so sorry.
Nor ketchup.


You must understand that the ONLY reasons why Chinatown still exists are three-fold: It's a commercial nexus for people who need goods and services such as among many other things Chinese ingredients, cheap clothing, translation, and haircuts; it's a half-way house for people who are desperately unable to use English effectively and are struggling to move up and out; and old folks. Please note that NONE of these involves tourists, colourful dances and song, putting on shows for the white people, or anything else that caters to the very important non-Asians temporarily passing through.

Except, of course, for Grant Avenue. Which is in the main a ghastly tourist trap. Cameras, tee-shirts, cheap plastic breakable mementos, tea that mostly only white people drink, and coolie hats. More or less.
Really, Grant Avenue is fairly pointless.


BARBER SHOPS, FOOD, AND GROCERIES

Again, San Francisco Chinatown is by no means the enormous and significant community of "exotics" that tourist brochures say it is.
The largest Chinese population in San Francisco is out in the avenues, many of them speak English, a large number speak English better than any other language, and they're working for and running businesses that are very similar to what you would find in Milan or Iowa. The only thing truly unique is that their children are academically superior.

Unless you desperately need tee-shirts and knick-knacks, what you should do in Chinatown is get a haircut, and have a snack.
Plus buy a condiment or a dried fish.


HAIR CUT

There are very many hair dressers in Chinatown. My barber has a shop there, and he does a fabulous job on my head. His English is better than my Cantonese. Some of his customers do not speak Cantonese.
Heads are all very similar, they've seen them before.
Chinese know about such things.


SNACK

Just point. If the place is doing a booming business, it's because they offer decent food and drink at a reasonable price. No, none of the stuff they sell is weird. Most of it consists of fairly common ingredients which are combined in fairly predictable ways. Starch, meat, vegetable stuff, and flavourings. Stop asking questions, and just look at what's available. The appearance will tell you whether it's a main dish, a starch-type substance, a baked product, or contains vegetables. The people who work there might not have the time or the English ability to patiently and thoroughly discuss every tiddly little detail. And you aren't their target audience, who will return often, and whose custom they depend on.

For your assistance: BoBa is large balls of tapioca added to chilled beverages. Charsiu is a type of roast pork. Almost all pastries contain animal shortening. Dried shrimp adds a seafood saveur. Joong (so-called 'Chinese Tamales') are glutinous rice surrounding pork and beans or peanuts, wrapped in bamboo leaves and steamed for hours, they keep for days. The lotus leaf packets contain glutinous rice, chicken, a slice of Chinese sausage, a little black mushroom, and only a few other ingredients, and are a delicious lunch. Dumplings could be almost anything (but will often contain an animal protein surrounded by or folded into a starchy component which may be made of rice flour, wheat, or tofu skin. If it looks crunchy, it probably is crunchy.

'Vegan' and 'kosher' are not concepts that operate here.
Even 'vegetarian' is very hard to grasp.
Allergies are your problem.


FYI: Vegetarian restaurants often have the word 素 ('sou') in the name (vegetarian is 素食 'sou sik'; "vegetarian eats"), and another term that crops up in relation to vegetarian food is 齋 ('jai'), which refers most commonly to Buddhist-type vegetarianismus. Neither are popular.
Veganism, besides being quite utterly ridiculous, is 純素食主義 ('suen sou sik chu yi'), "purely vegivorous ideology".
Kosher is 符合猶太教教規的食物 ('fu hap yau taai gaau gaau kwai dik sik mat'), "according with Judaic religious regulation comestibles".
Halal is 符合清真教教規的食物 ('fu hap ching jan gaau gaau kwai dik sik mat'), "according with Islamic custom food".
Respectively 猶太潔食 ('yau taai git sik') and 清真食 ('ching jan sik') for short.

Allergies are called 過敏 ('gwo man'), allergic reactions are 變態反應 ('pin taai fan ying'), and a food allergy is 食物過敏 ('sik mat gwo man').

Peanuts are 花生 ('faa sang'); they're nearly everywhere.
Wheat gluten is 麵筋 ('min gan'). It's good for you.


CONDIMENTS

If you're flying, you shouldn't buy sauces. Rules about what you can't bring onto a plane are strict. Otherwise, please understand that the list of ingredients required by law is very comprehensive, and that many of them contain at least one of the following: sugar, starch, a fermented fish product, salt, wheat derivatives, monosodium glutamate, and chili.
Most of them are meant to be added to food as it is cooking, a few can be added afterwords as you are enjoying the meal. None of them are suitable for massive amounts. Many of them keep very well in your refrigerator after opening. Shrimp paste is essential, Hoisin sauce less so. Douban sauce is useful, but you may not use it often enough.


DRIED FISH

Nothing says "I've been to Chinatown" like a handsome dried fish.
If you are Scandinavian, Dutch, or Belgian, you have seen such things before -- though they may not have been utilized in your kitchens in several generations -- and some Italians and Iberians may have used similar products. If you are modern middle class urban, you will likely eschew fish entirely, and if you are English or Midwestern you may not even know how to cook it when it is fresh. Likely you don't cook anyhow, at most you heat up prepackaged hot-pockets and curry.
Or open a can and mix the contents with mayonnaise.
You rely on celery salt and ketchup.

Dried fish is seldom the mainstay of a meal. But it is a valuable taste-contribution in not particularly large quantities. It will often be soaked and fragmented, and used to flavour simple vegetable dishes.
That's ONE vegetable. Not a mish-mosh of a dozen.
Cooked all dente. Not boiled to death.
Think 'blanch, then saute'.

There are multiple uses for a dried fish, of course, but it's dried; it keeps. That's the whole point of it. Just put it in a large resealable food-storage bag once you get home, if you do not intend to consume it all within weeks.



RECOMMENDATIONS

Below is a selection of places. It is short. It may seem idiosyncratic.
That is deceptive.


DIM SUM

I shan't mention the small hole-in-the-wall dimsum counters I favour, as you probably wouldn't like them anyhow. They also do jook and cheap rice plates. Eh, you wouldn't like those either.

For sit-down dimsum of high quality:

城景 CITY VIEW RESTAURANT
662 Commercial Street
San Francisco, CA 94111
415-398-2838

Between Kearny and Montgomery, very good.


多好茶室 DOL HO
808 Pacific Avenue
San Francisco, CA 94133
415-392-2828

Just west of Stockton. Good food, a frenetic or eccentric atmosphere.
If you're a snob you might have reservations.
Why are you here?


羊城茶室 YANK SING
49 Stevenson Street
San Francisco, CA 94105
415-541-4949

Outside of Chinatown, in the financial district. A bit more expensive, but deservedly popular among both Chinese and white folks.

For a complete list of dim sum specialties, see this post:
Dim sum: kinds, names, pronunciation, description.
Not all of the items listed will be available.
Not even in Hong Kong.


SNACK

For bakeries, I recommend these three:

荷里活茶餐廳 NEW HOLLYWOOD BAKERY & RESTAURANT 
652 Pacific Avenue
San Francisco, CA 94133
415-397-9919

人仁西餅麵包 YUMMY BAKERY
607 Jackson Street
San Francisco, CA 94108
415-989-8388

幸福餅家 BLOSSOM BAKERY
133 Waverly Place
San Francisco, CA 94108
415-391-8088


All three of these have excellent wife cakes (老婆餅 'lou po beng') and milk-tea (港式奶茶 'gong sik naai chaa'), two of them also have wonderful charsiu turnovers (叉烧酥 'chaa siu sou').
They also have other offerings worth exploring.
Sit down and take a break.

For egg tarts (蛋撻 'daan taat'), head to Golden Gate Bakery (金門餅家) at 1029 Grant Avenue, between Jackson Street & Pacific; for coffee crunch cake and mooncakes in season, go to the Eastern Bakery (東亞餅家), 720 Grant Avenue, at the corner of Commercial Street.


RICE

If you want to eat at a restaurant, go here:

京都餐館 CAPITAL RESTAURANT
839 Clay Street
San Francisco, CA 94108
415-397-6269

Great for family dinners and solid Cantonese food, this place can get packed and chaotic during the rush. The clientele is mostly Cantonese speaking, so don't get too fussy and persnickety; they're really trying to keep everyone happy, but that does mean that convoluted questions are better fielded during quieter moments.


上海飯店 BUND SHANGHAI RESTAURANT
640 Jackson Street
San Francisco, CA 94133
415-982-0618

Top-notch Shanghainese food, and delightful chive and pork dumplings (韭菜豬肉水餃 'gau choi chü yiuk suei gaau'). This is a place I would love to take a date sometime.


嶺南小館 R & J LOUNGE
631 Kearny Street
San Francisco, CA 94108
415-982-7877

Excellent Cantonese food, and very much the place you would bring your elderly out of town relatives. It's a bit fancy, but the quality has remained consistent for years. They can also do larger groups, and cocktails are available.


FLAVOURS

Condiments of most types are available at any place that looks like a grocery store. Many of them also have dried fish. Prices are all very much in line, as they really want to move the merchandise. They will not be able to answer questions very well, especially if you have a horrible German or French accent; know the subject before you go in, or be willing to take a chance. The worst that can happen is that you might waste one or two dollars.

Do NOT purchase chin cha lok (真加洛醬 'jan kaa lok'), as it explodes; very unstable!

Dried fish and soy sauce never do that.



AN AFTERWORD, TER VERANTWOORDING

Indeed, I am also white, just like you. And although I speak some Cantonese, I do not fancy myself in any way special or somehow superior. The key difference may be that I tend to obsessively look things up.
Which also explains my very minor facility in Cantonese.
That language has proven more useful in the past several years than Dutch, German, and Indonesian. This is primarily the case when I am communicating with people who do not speak Dutch, German, or Indonesian, in addition to lacking fluent and idiomatic English.

I am also an egomaniac; I like to be able to get what I want without struggling, and attract a modicum of favourable attention at the same time. A white person who is at least semi-intelligible in Cantonese is a lusus naturae, though probably not someone you want to know.

I collect cookbooks and foreign dictionaries.
And I eat rather well in consequence.
I also know how to take buses.
These are nice things.


PS: Transit information is available all over San Francisco, as well as in the guide books. Many maps also have valuable clues.



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Wednesday, April 23, 2014

FABULOUS FOOD! PASTRIES AND MILK-TEA IN CHINATOWN.

The other day I watched as a little girl reacted to the display of pastries. You could tell from her rapt fascination that it was an enchanting sight, so tempting, so delicious. Remarkably, she did not importune her parent, but calmly accepted the charsiu bun as sufficient delivery on the promise.
Evenso, the items with icing and chocolate still held her attention.

Perhaps she imagined a distant place, where there are palm trees, sunlight, a gently rolling surf, friendly seagulls, and absolutely NO glass barriers in front of slices of cake.

Nor the prospect of dinner to limit her.

I also think of such things.

Often.

Usually because when I wander into a bakery in Chinatown it is late in the day and I forgot all about breakfast and lunch. Low blood-sugar levels do things to the mind.
You've seen it here before: Hong Kong style milk-tea and a snacky-poo.
Followed by smoking a nice pipe-full of aged Virginia.
I am boring and regular in my habits.
As well as food-obsessed.

But I am easily distracted, which is why breakfast and lunch are irregular at best. I've probably had more ill-advised midnight snacks than actual decent breakfasts in the last few years, and I fervently wish that Chinese coffee shops were open late in the evening.

Milk-tea, yummy pastry, and a walk through quiet streets after darkness.
Yes, that is what the ideal tropical paradise would offer.


Here's a relatively full listing of bakeries in Chinatown.
Or leastways, places that offer one or the other.
Tea (港式奶茶), pastry (糕點同餅類).


好食嘢 GOOD EATING THING!


永興餅家茶餐廳 ('wing hing beng gaa chaa chaanteng')
AA BAKERY & CAFE
1068 Stockton Street
San Francisco, CA 94108.
415-981-0123
舊金山,市德頓街1068號。

Once saw some northern girls here with impossibly short skirts and curvy golden gams, but that is NOT the reason I like the place. It's frantic, crowded, has great pastries, and there's always a bunch of old men whose conversation I can listen in on.


ABC大餐廳 ('a-b-c daai chaanteng')
ABC BAKERY & CAFE
650 Jackson Street
San Francisco, CA 94133.
415-981-0685
舊金山,昃臣街650號。

The service can be slipshod, the pastries are reliably standard. Many locals go here, not only for bakery items but also quick no-thought meals. The milk-tea is not that good, and may have a swimming pool in the saucer.
It can be loud.
And odd.


幸福餅家 ('hang fuk beng gaa')
BLOSSOM BAKERY
133 Waverly Pl
San Francisco, CA 94108.
415-391-8088
舊金山,天后廟街133號。

Quite one of my favourite places. I love their charsiu sou, and they're always willing to make me a cup of milk-tea. Friendly and courteous people, mostly male customers having a cuppa after work.
It's often peaceful in late afternoon.
Very old-fashioned.
Nice.


新檀島咖啡餅店 ('san taan tou ka fei bing dim')
CAFE HONOLULU
888 Stockton Street
San Francisco, CA 94108.
415-982-6688
舊金山,市德頓街888號。

Open later than many other places, and a good selection of cha chanteng foods in addition to the bakery items. Older people and Mandarin speakers like this place, and it's a comfortable spot to while away some time while watching a Hong Kong soap opera on teevee. You could also read here.
Bittermelon and pork, spaghetti, and darn good milk-tea.


得利點心 ('dak lei dim sam')
DICK LEE PASTRY & DIM SUM
716 Jackson Street
San Francisco, CA 94133.
415-397-0788
舊金山,昃臣街716號。

They used to be much better, and less tourist-oriented.
I often wonder how they stay in business.
Perhaps it's just hard work.


東亞餅家 ('tung a beng gaa')
EASTERN BAKERY
720 Grant Ave
San Francisco, CA 94108.
415-982-5157
舊金山,都板街720號。

The classic. Coffee crunch cake, dow sa bing (豆沙餠) and several interesting well-made pastries to choose from. Famous for their mooncakes. Open till eight.


小麥田 ('siu mak tin')
FANCY WHEAT FIELD BAKERY
1362 Stockton Street
San Francisco, CA 94133.
415-982-1368
舊金山,市德頓街1362號。

Fast, frenetic, a frantic battlefield, forsooth. With absolutely some of the best HK baked goods on the planet. Lovely bread, divine little Portuguese custard tarts, and everything looks so beautiful and delicious.
No wonder people go mad in here.
Deservedly.


嘉頓餠家 ('gaa duen beng gaa')
GARDEN BAKERY
765 Jackson Street
San Francisco, CA 94133.
415-397-5838
舊金山,昃臣街765號。

Some good stuff. But you'll probably never get a seat near the window.
And for some reason my accent in Cantonese excites comment.
Consequently I do not go here often.
Sometimes not in months.
No milk-tea.


金門餅家 ('kam mun beng gaa')
GOLDEN GATE BAKERY
1029 Grant Ave
San Francisco, CA 94133.
415-781-2627
舊金山,都板街1029號。

They used to have tables and chairs, but their egg-tarts are now so popular that you can no longer sit there. It has a well-earned reputation.


好旺角包餅店 ('hou wong kok bao beng dim')
GOOD MONG KOK BAKERY
1039 Stockton Street
San Francisco, CA 94108.
415-397-2688
舊金山,市德頓街1039號。

Line out the door. Baked goods, steamed things.


iCAFE SAN FRANCISCO
57 Walter U. Lum Place
San Francisco, CA 94108.
415-392-2682
舊金山,花園街57號。

Milk-tea, espresso drinks, pastries of a non-Chinese variety. Friendly people, and a place to sit. A perfect place for hiding out. Portsmouth Square is just across the street, so there's always something interesting passing by.
Three enterprises pay the rent here: the cafe, a florist, and a maker of dynamite lap cheung ('dry pork sausages and preserved meats'). I bought some extremely nice pressed dry duck there when it was still just the sausage king (廣州皇上皇臘味). Yes, I like this shop.


MAGGIE'S CAFE
848 Grant Avenue
San Francisco, CA 94108.
415-986-6668
舊金山,都板街848號。

Fancy Euro pastries, espresso drinks, and also milk tea. Good place to sit watching tourists stumbling down Grant Avenue.
An oasis for scared foreigners.
Prices are too high.


美香餅家 ('mei heung beng gaa')
MEE HEONG BAKERY
1343 Powell Street
San Francisco, CA 94133.
415-781-3266
舊金山,跑華街1343號。

A bare-bonesy bakery with a neighborhood feel. Real people go here, to pick up something nice to nibble on. Kids come in and say 'hi' to the folks behind the counter.
Far from the madding crowd.


美美餅食公司 ('mei mei beng sik gungsi')
MEE MEE BAKERY
1328 Stockton Street
San Francisco, CA 94133.
415-362-3204
舊金山,市德頓街1328號。

Fortune cookies and mooncakes, and that is all.


拿破崙餠屋 ('na po luen beng uk')
NAPOLEON SUPER BAKERY
1049 Stockton Street
San Francisco, CA 94108
415-951-8133
舊金山,市德頓街1049號。

I used to go here more often, then the Filipinas discovered it and I can't even get in the door. But they do some very good stuff.


安娜閣 ('on naa gok')
NEW ANNA BAKERY
715 Clay Street
San Francisco, CA 94108.
415-989-8898
舊金山,企李街715號。

Small, with a fairly standard selection. But they also prepare hot food, and it's a good place to have a decent lunch with a friend or two. Soup, rice, three dishes, low price.
Nice people.


荷里活茶餐廳 ('ho lei wut chaa chanteng')
NEW HOLLYWOOD BAKERY & RESTAURANT
652 Pacific Avenue
San Francisco, CA 94133.
415-397-9919
舊金山,柏思域街652號。

Been going here for years. And old stand-by, with quality pastries, and a nice cosy atmosphere. Plus their cha-chanteng menu is appealing. The braised lamb with dried tofu over rice is one of my favourites.
Also think of ox tails.


富祥點心 ('fuk cheung dim sam')
NEW FORTUNE DIM SUM & COFFEE SHOP
815 Stockton Street, between Clay and Sacramento.
San Francisco, CA 94108.
415-399-1511
舊金山,市德頓街815號。

Not really a bakery. But they do have a small selection of baked goods.
Mostly cheap eats and dim sum. Very affordable.
I like the food, and I like the owners.
A frequent haunt.


好好味 ('hou hou mei')
SWEET MART
727 Washington Street
San Francisco, CA 94108.
415-788-5555
舊金山,華盛頓街727號。

Milk-tea to go, lots of candies, limited supply of baked goods, and souvenir tzatzkies for the tourists.
Plus stuffed animals.
No place to sit. But they wouldn't want you to do so anyway.


心意甜品 ('sam yi tim pan')
SWEETHEART CAFE
909 Grant Avenue
San Francisco, CA 94108.
415-262-9989
舊金山,都板街909號。

Tapioca teas and many strange snacks, including kaidanchai (雞蛋仔). Their sweet crepes are quite good. Popular among younger people.
Bubble drinks.


嘉賓閣咖啡餅店 ('gaa ban gok gaa fei beng dim')
VIP COFFEE & CAKES SHOP
671 Broadway
San Francisco, CA 94133.
415-989-7118
舊金山,布律威街671號。

Walnut tarts very good. Some excellent pastries. Sizzling platters.
I've never felt at home, possibly due to the clientele.
Perhaps because of the tables.
All sticky, lah.


華麗餠家 ('waa lai beng gaa')
WA LI BAKERY & CAFE
1249 Stockton Street
San Francisco, CA 94133.
415-986-1660
舊金山,市德頓街1249號。

Sometimes it's packed. Sometimes it's empty.
Just a normal bakery.


華盛頓茶餐廳 ('waa seng duen chaa chaanteng')
WASHINGTON BAKERY AND RESTAURANT
733 Washington Street
San Francisco, CA 94108.
415-397-3232
舊金山,華盛頓街733號。

I like this place. It often feels empty by the time I get here, but they also do hot food, and their milk-tea hits the spot. Their menu suits me. It's very much a cha chanteng, but quality.


好旺利 ('hou wong lei')
WONG LEE BAKERY
732 Jackson Street
San Francisco, CA 94133
415-986-3759.
舊金山,昃臣街732號。

No place to sit, everything to go. Large buns, lots of freshness, little English. The great big monstrous chicken bun is a marvelous thing. This location was where Yong Kee (容記糕粉 'yung gei kou fan') used to be.
You can also get bubble tea here.


人仁西餅麵包 ('yan yan sai beng min baau')
YUMMY BAKERY
607 Jackson Street
San Francisco, CA 94108.
415-989-8388
舊金山,昃臣街607號。

Open till nearly eight o'clock, good milk tea, fine cheesecake, and some altogether fun snacking.
Two tables only, but a splendid refuge for hiding-out late in the day.
They make several excellent and unusual items.
It's another favourite place.


金華點心快餐 ('gam waa dim sam faai chaan')
YUMMY DIM SUM & FAST FOOD
930 Stockton Street
San Francisco, CA 94108.
415-308-3819, 415-828-0856, 415-986-2783
舊金山,市德頓街930號。

Their bakery counter is small, as most of their business consists of hungry locals coming in for a cheap lunch. Good rice porridge (and they have oil-stick), some lovely dim sum items, and a decent selection of cheap steam table eats to dump over rice.
I think you get good value for your money.
There are hardly any white customers.
Tourists look around and leave.
These are good things.



To the best of my knowledge none of these places have a wine list.
They don't cater to an entitled crowd.
In any way at all.
Enjoy.




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Tuesday, December 24, 2013

THIRTY YEARS IN FIVE BLOCKS

At Hyde Street, an old friend got on the bus. It was a pleasure to see Auntie Jenny again. She lives in the same neighborhood, but we don't encounter each other very often, even though she's only four streets away. I used to see her several times a week, years ago. She worked at a Chinatown bakery where I drank coffee two or three times a week. They used to have counter seating, and served daily specials, both Chinese food and American. As well as breakfast all day.

By the nineties lunch counters and canteen food had become a little too old school. The counter was torn out, the old coffee machine was removed, the electronic waffle iron disconnected.....

Auntie Jenny was already at retirement age, and financially comfortable, but she liked being around people. She took a series of part-time jobs, even though she didn't need the money.
However, those jobs did not provide the same satisfaction that working the lunch counter did; none of them were anything like having a bunch of folks pass the time with coffee and cake.
Actually, coffee and lunch, or coffee and a Chinese pastry.
Or coffee and a wedge of pie a la mode.
In addition to the cake.

She's very small now. Her hair is all white, she no longer bothers dying it, though I'm certain she still has it done regularly. At her age, make-up or even a smidge of lipstick would be a little pointless, but she carries her eight decades exceptionally well.
Her hands have shrunk over the years, one of her knees is stiff, and her hearing is not as good as it once was, but her mind is as acute as ever.
I would not call her vivacious, and I'm sure that she was never perky, even when she was a petite young girl. But she's wide awake. Always has been.
And she really likes people.

Which explains why she was heading down to Union Square to enjoy the lights, the bustle of last-ditch Christmas shoppers, the window displays, and the skating rink.


I spent too many hours in the downtown myself yesterday, after a late lunch in Chinatown, and it frazzled my nerves. But then, I don't really like people that much.


Every time I have a steamed chicken bun or a red-bean pastry, I cannot help remembering her floating past and refilling my coffee. If it was slow, we'd talk. Often, on Sunday mornings, I'd spend hours poring over the paper, she'd read some of the news articles, we would discuss world events, and the day would slide effortlessly into afternoon.
She worked at the bakery to be connected.
I went there for the same reason.



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Friday, October 04, 2013

STUFFED TO THE POINT OF EXPLODING -- SIK BAAU LAH!

People get all paranoid when folks around them are talking a foreign language. Even in so multinational a place as San Francisco. Tourists, for instance, start acting really jittery when the wait-staff at a restaurant speak Chinese instead of German, and Mid-Westerners really freak out surrounded by Cantonese or Russians on the bus.

The other day five folks from Ohio nearly exploded out of the rear-door in a panic, after having hysterics because the door wouldn't open. Multiple passengers had hollered out helpfully that in order for them to exit, they would have to step down -- Muni buses do not automatically open at the rear, only if someone is on the steps -- but nothing registered because, after all, all those un-American accents could not possibly be directed at them! They hadn't spoken to anyone, they were innocent!
Stop shouting at us! Help!

Of course, as soon as they had successfully escaped, we proceeded to talk ABOUT them. All of us came to the same conclusion: idiots.


Yes, it's true! We discuss you behind your back.

We're also plotting to sell your kidneys.

And we have poisoned cookies!


Actually, that may just be the Russians in the Sunset District, the Arab liquor store owners in the Tenderloin, or the snooty Frenchmen running whorehouses in Union Square.
Or any of the several other ethnic groups in the city.
Except the Cantonese.

The Cantonese talk about food.


你食咗飯未呀 -- NEI SIK JO FAN MEI AH?

The most common greeting to people you already know is "have you eaten yet?". Which serves as well as anything to introduce the one consuming passion of all Cantonese-speakers, namely food and good things to put in your mouth. Even when the white people nearby are interesting as blazes oh crikey yes, it's still about food. On that same bus ride, a large number of the passengers were local Chinese folks, and, being one of the very few white people on the bus who could understand what they were saying, naturally I listened in.

[Most white folks don't speak Cantonese. This may surprise you, given that a quarter of the population here is Cantonese, but it's true. Maybe white people don't talk about food? Anyway, seeing as my appearance strongly suggests bland monolinguality, I usually put on a poker face and open my ears. Flying undercover, as it were. Incognito. I am the secret kwailo, now please keep talking. About food. Yummy yummy food.]

The conversation nearest me was a long drawn-out vituperation about the sucky noodles at a place on Clement Street. "They could NOT be eaten, diu, like swallowing garbage!" The word I've translated as garbage is actually something else.
"And the owner prides himself on those pulled noodles (拉麵 laai min), he really insisted I order them!" Laai min are unusual among the Cantonese, being more a Northern thing -- the Cantonese are at the far southern end of China, safely behind mountain ranges that protect them from tall smelly people -- and if done well are almost airy, with an appealing texture.
These weren't thus.
"Too expensive, stinky, and just not edible!" Followed by "I felt horrible afterwards". After a brief pause, the speaker admitted that he had to restore himself by going down the street and having some roast duck elsewhere. It was very good roast duck, he had two portions. But the pulled noodles had been utterly nasty, and the indigestion kept him up all night!

I really wish I knew the name of the restaurant with those horrible noodles.
If the owner takes pride in them, perhaps I ought to try them just to see if they're really that bad?

At the moment that the disappointed noodler said the name, someone on the other side of me dreamily mentioned the lovely Portuguese tartlets at that new bakery on Stockton street. They were "hau fuk kwai sei gam hou mei ge, hou cheeeeeeng" (mouth lucky devil dead so delicious, very niiiiiiiice 口福鬼死咁好味嘅, 好正). For the next several blocks she and her friend animatedly discussed the lovely little pastries, tiny tartlets, fluffy rolls, yummy buns, soft breads, delicious little sweet-paste puffs......
They both adoooore that place, heavens, they could not shut up at all.
I never did find out what the nasty noodle joint is called.
Nor where exactly it is located.

But I do know the bakery.

小麥田 - FANCY WHEAT FIELD BAKERY
1362 Stockton Street
San Francisco, CA 94133
415-982-1368

Yes, the Portuguese tartlets (葡撻 pou taat) ARE delicious. Truly and utterly divine. They're like egg tarts (蛋撻 daan taat), with a much richer, creamier custard filling and an extra thick super-flaky crust, very 酥酥脆脆 (sou sou cheui cheui). And everything else they have is extremely beautiful too.
I am so glad I overheard that conversation, it might otherwise have been ages before I went there!
I only had the pou-taat, with a cup of milk-tea, and I must definitely go back to experiment with their vast range of yummies. But I know that everything there is wonderful, as the customers at both tables next to me were avidly discussing food.........



後記 AFTERWORD

The caption of this post is a word-play on the statement that one has finished dining, and dined quite well: 食咗飽啦 (sik jo baau la). It reassures the people at the restaurant that one is completely satisfied (滿意 mun yi), why, nothing, nothing at all, could be added; I'm stuffed!
The term 'baau' (飽) is almost exactly the same as 'baau' (爆), only the tone is different. The second word means an explosion, to explode.

飽嗮了。




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Tuesday, September 17, 2013

CHINESE BAKERIES ARE AWESOME!

At an hour when, remarkably, I was fast asleep, an internet-reader discovered my blog, and was quite pleased. As a blogger I am naturally tickled pink when someone is quite pleased by what they find here.
It's one of the main joys of blogging.

Anonymous commented:
"Stumbled upon your blog, it's awesome. But more importantly, where ARE the best lao po bing 老婆餠 in SF?"

The post underneath which he or she appended their remark was CHINATOWN BAKERIES: DOW SA BING AND OTHER BING THINGS, written in January 2011.


"Stumbled upon your blog, it's awesome. But more importantly, where ARE the best lao po bing 老婆餠 in SF?"


Dear Anonymous commenter,

Thank you!

For me, the very best lou poh beng (老婆餠) in the city are down on Jackson Street at Yummy Bakery.

人仁西餅麵包 YUMMY BAKERY & CAFÉ
607 Jackson Street, San Francisco, CA 94133.
415-989-8388.

But, in all honesty, I have had better ones. There's something about the air here, and the available ingredients, that affects taste.
- - -



老婆餠

Yummy is one of my favourite places, as it is a friendly, bright, clean, and comfortable small bakery, where I can always be assured of a cup of Hong Kong Style milk-tea (港式奶茶 'gong-sik naai-cha', also called 香港奶茶 'heung-gong naai-cha'). Their lou poh beng are pretty darn good, and come in two sizes. In addition to the old wife cookies (老婆餠), they have a wide variety of other treats, which I have enumerated here: Tea and something yummy.

At least once a week I will head down there to spend a pleasant half-hour over snackiepoos. Doing so is very important for the mental health.
At present, like all Chinatown bakeries, they are also selling mooncakes, it being the appropriate season for that.

Yummy Bakery takes pride in what they do.
Justifiably, and very much so.
It is a good place.



Another bakery of which I am fond -- and, remarkably, they ALSO do milk-tea and lo po beng -- is Blossom Bakery right in the center of Chinatown.

幸福餅家 HANG FUK BENG KAA
BLOSSOM BAKERY
133 Waverly Place, between Clay and Washington.
San Francisco, CA 94108.
415-391-8088

Early in the week I would usually head over there for a lotus-seed pastry (蓮蓉餅 lin-yong bing) and a cuppa, but lately I've grown fond of their charsiu sou (叉烧酥 barbecue pork filled rolls), and their curry puff (咖喱角 gaa-lei kok) are also very tasty. The charsiu sou are larger than elsewhere and the flaky turn-over crust is to my mind utterly delightful: airy, fragile, multiple tissue-thin layers, all nice and crumbly crumbly, crunchy-munchy.

It's an old-timey looking place. Clean, but well-worn. Many of the middle-aged gentlemen who head there after work are Toishanese, still adapting to America, but doing so gracefully. They are no longer the young hotshots they once were, but calmer settled adults.
They're well-tempered, and they'll leave you your privacy.
Many of them have known each other for a while.
There might be some gossip exchanged.
Don't worry, no one you know.



There are many other Chinese bakeries in San Francisco, as much of the population is of East Asian heritage. Out in the avenues, in 'New Chinatown' on Clement Street and in the Sunset District, as well as oddly enough on Mission Street, and elsewhere. Seeing as I hang out in the downtown, I tend to frequent the bakeries and coffee shops of the original neighborhood.
But I encourage exploration; the journey of a thousand munchies starts with a single bite.
Who knows, one of them may have the best low pou bing in the universe.
And that discovery will be dynamite.


Chinese Bakeries are awesome.



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Wednesday, August 28, 2013

TENDING TOWARDS SOLITARY HAUNTING

Sometimes one is not a particularly social man. Badger. Social badger. Not a social badger. Particularly.
Sometimes all a man (badger) wants to do is have a light lunch by himself, then wander around the alleys of C'town smoking a pipe and presenting a somewhat disturbing (i.e.: white person) visage to little old ladies and small children who are not particularly familiar with bewhiskered gentlemen (gentlebadgers) smoking a pipe (corncob, perhaps) and reeking deliciously of fine flue-cured, dark Kentucky, and Louisiana Perique.


Sometimes. Alleyways.
And particularly.

Usually between three and six P.M.
Late afternoon, near teatime.


Across Sacramento (唐人街) from Brooklyn Place ( 布閣倫巷) near Stockton (市德頓街), Hang Ah Alley (香雅巷) snakes rectalinearly past the volleyball and tennis courts, alongside of which homeless people have taken over the benches and constructed shelters with cardboard and tarps. From the three or four association offices on the western side comes the clackity racket of mahjong tiles, and through the open doors one can see folks engaged in competition.
On Clay (企李街) there are a row of hair salons, including the one I go to when in need of a trim. My barber still does not know that I speak Cantonese, as there has been no reason to let the cat out of the bag. He and his staff do not talk about me, and I do not need to communicate anything that cannot be said in English.
My English is better by far than my Cantonese.
Sleeping dogs, no cat out of the bag, and no disconcerting surprises.

[唐人街 'tong yan kaai': T'ang Person Street. 市德頓街 'si tak twun kaai': market virtue arrangement street. 布閣倫巷 'bou gok luen hong': announce pavilion human relations passageway. 香雅巷 'heung ya hong': fragrant refinement alley. 企李街 'kei lei kaai': tiptoe plum street.]


Spofford Alley (新呂宋巷 'new Spanish Alley') runs between Clay and Washington. The characters for Spanish (呂宋 'leui-song': Luzon) phonetically hearken bag to the Philippines and the galleon trade between Manila and Canton. It's a usage that is much faded now, as Spain has not been a presence in the Islands for generations, nor actually in San Francisco, and the galleons have all been decommissioned.
San Leui-Song Hong is rather dusty and dirty, there are one or two hair cutters and association offices, plus doorways to stairs leading to living quarters. Occasionally children play there under the watchful eyes of kinfolk.

[新呂宋巷 'san leui-song hong': new musical note Song dynasty passageway.]


Washington Street (華盛頓街) has a few herbalists and jewelry stores, plus many places to eat. Kam Lok (金樂飯店) serves family food in a basement, San Sun (三陽咖啡餐屋) offers noodly substances and good stir-fries plus chilled Vietnamese coffee, Man Kee (文記茶餐廳) is a very Hong Kong place with excellently strange offerings familiar to HK folks but not so well-known outside of fragrant harbor (HK style western food and quick meals, or snacks and mega calorie dumps, all delicious), and a banquet facility that saw better days many decades ago. Tourists wander by speaking in German, Italian, or Dutch, and looking baffled.
Deer crossing. Lost deer. Or ducklings.
Not ants; no sense of purpose.

[華盛頓街 'waa seng tun kaai': elegant surfeit arrangement street. 金樂飯店 'kam lok fan dim': gold happiness rice shop. 三陽咖啡餐屋 'saam yeung gaa fei ngok': three positivities coffee house (陽 also means 'sun', 'masculine', yang element). 文記茶餐廳 'man kei cha chan teng': literary record tea dining hall (owner is named 文, hence 文記, what Man has done).]


Immediately across the street Portola Alley, now called 'Old Chinatown Lane'(舊華埠巷 ) continues Spofford to a dead-end. There used to be stables here, and the previous Chinese name recalled that: horse stable alley (馬房巷).

[舊華埠巷 'gau waa fau hong': familiar elegant portcity (華 elegant also means 'Chinese'). 馬房巷 'maa fong hong': horse lodging passage.]


Further down the block Ross Alley is actually the extension of Spofford, as the name 'Old Spanish Alley' (舊呂宋巷 'gau leui-song hong') makes clear for locals. Yes, there is still the sound of mahjong tiles, but where the best and biggest gambling hall once stood, there is now a Christian mission whose Chinese sign informs the reader that 'Jesus loves you'. And bully for him.
Across the way a printing company is located, nearby is a florist catering to the funeral trade, whose sign optimistically announces that they also do happy occasions! Weddings! Mothers day! Anniversaries! Other!
A little further on is a fortune cookie factory that all the tourists have heard about and feel compelled to visit, and almost next-door Alan Gin's barbershop is still in business even though the Chinese Frank Sinatra himself passed away nearly two decades ago.
There is no trace of the Rickshaw Nightclub anymore. Probably just as well, there is no need to encourage late-night partying here. Too many people would wish to sleep at that time.
There are residences up from street level.

Down Jackson Street (昃臣街), across Dupont (Grant Avenue; 都板街) to Wentworth Place (德和街), which runs between Jackson and Washington, continuing Becket Street (白話轉街). At the Corner of Becket is the New Orchid Pavilion (新蘭亭 san lun ting), where one may get a meal for an exceptionally low low price. It is very popular with the elderly.
On Wentworth there's a shop selling Japanese plastic figures from anime and manga, a few run down storefronts, a place offering herbal substances (參茸行), and a Shanghainese woman selling music and movie CDs. You can see the Washington Bakery & Restaurant (華盛頓茶餐廳) all the way from the corner of Jackson and Wentworth.
It beckons.
Good milk tea. Interesting food.

[昃臣街 'jak san kaai': oblique officials street. 都板街 'dou baan kaai': metropolitan plank street, DuPont was what it was called before we named it after our eighteenth president. 德和街 'tak wo kaai': virtue harmony street. 白話轉街 'baak waa juen kaai': plain speech revolving street. 參茸行 'sam yung hang': ginseng and deer antler entreprise. 華盛頓茶餐廳 'waa seng tun cha chan teng': Washington tea-restaurant.]


Just below the Washington Bakery is the corner of Walter U. Lum Place (林華耀街 'lam waa fui kaai'), which used to be Flower Park Street (花園街) till the nineties. It runs along the top end of Portsmouth Square (花園角), where the elderly gather in droves to play chess and cards, and chat in Toishanese till nightfall. There are also loonies there, but they do not interfere with the old folks. Sometimes they sleep on the grass.
Walter Lum is a good place to finish the pipe of tobacco lit after lunch, unless it is too windy, in which case I head down to the bench on Hotaling Alley, where everything is quiet till the nearby restaurants re-awaken for cocktails and dinner. No, there are no Chinese characters for Hotaling; it's named after a whiskey merchant from the nineteenth century, and is not part of Chinatown.

[花園角 'faa yuen kok': flower park angle. 角 'kok': angle, corner, horn.]



Waverly (天后廟街) is also a nice place to wander around for a while. Fewer tourists, many grand association buildings, and good food at the Utopia (蔘滿意粥).

[天后廟街 'tin hau miu kaai': heaven empress temple street. 蔘滿意粥 'saam mun yi juk': intervention (ginseng) happy congee, take part in happiness rice porridge.]


Commercial (襟美慎街), between Grant and Kearny, has its own charm.
At the corner of Kearny, the R & J Lounge (嶺南小館) tempts many diners, further down towards Montgomery is the City View Restaurant (城景) which has some pretty darn good dimsum.
There are benches where on can get away with smoking.
Which is a fine thing.

[襟美慎街 'gam mei san kaai': lapel beauty caution street. Formerly 'calle de los commerciantes', meaning 'commercial street. 乾尼街 'kin nei kaai': fertilizing nun street. 嶺南小館 'ling naam siu kwun': passes south small establishment; South of the Passes (Canton) eatery. 城景 'sing king': metropolitan scenery.]



It's good to be alone. One can dream, read signs, and observe people.
And sometimes you meet folks you know, or interesting strangers.
Sometimes you just dream.

And smell smoky.













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