So we're here in NY... safe and warm.
Last night we ate at a fusion place, Chinese Cuban. It was interesting, I had a oxtail stew + black beans and yellow rice. The Wife had fried chicken with fried plantains and we shared yucca fries. It was definitely more Cuban than Chinese, but still a little bit asian and little latino... sorta like Stef Sun's future kids.
Earlier in the day we ducked into a tiny dive of a restaurant in Chinatown, Mei La Wah for 70 cent baos and tea. It had the greatest signs posted on the wall. "No Spitting," "Not Responsible for Personal Property," and our personal favorite, "CPR Kit Available at the Counter." The guy behind us obviously didn't read the no spitting sign.
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