On the way to Chinatown
I think I like the kind of college education that Sam is getting. In her History class, part of the final exam is a paper on cuisine. I don’t know exactly how it goes but the paper entails experiencing cuisine, taking photos (Sam is a Photography major, after all) and writing about the experience with some historical context.
In these days of intense summer heat, you have to give me not just a good, but an excellent, reason to go out of the house and venture into the city. But when Sam told me we had to go to Chinatown yesterday — to eat and to take photos — because she was doing a paper, she didn’t have to ask twice. I said yes! with alacrity. With total gusto. With an unmistakable gung-ho attitude. Even if it means walking on narrow and crowded city streets in the middle of summer. Why should that matter, really? I mean, heck, I get to support my daughter in her school work, I get to gather materials for the blogs and, most importantly, I get to eat my favorite — Chinese food. Glorious, glorious Chinese food.
I wrote down an itinerary and, by 2.30 p.m. yesterday, all four of us were ready and on the way to Chinatown. And we passed landmarks that I associate with my childhood.
Like the old PNR station, now a derelict shell, in Paco, Manila.
The kalesas still ply Roxas Boulevard, mostly as a tourist attraction.
Emerald Garden in Roxas Boulevard which sells the biggest siopao in town. My father used to bring me there. And when I was pregnant with Sam and we were living in Quezon City, Speedy would occasionally drive to Emerald Garden so I could have my siopao fix.
Then, there’s the city hall building. Despite the filthy politics that take place within its walls (ah, if walls could speak!), the structure itself is still imposing after all these decades. The tower clock still works.
At the foot of Jones Bridge is Savory Restaurant, home of the famous Savory chicken. It’s been there for as long as I can remember. I’ve never eaten there though. When I was a child, there was another chicken place there. Jones Chicken, it was called. And that was where we went all the time.
Finally, we arrived in Chinatown. Unfortunately, most of the establishments were closed. Apparently, Sunday is not a good day to go to Chinatown. Po Heng, beside the Hongkong and Shanghai Bank along Quintin Paredes Street, which reputedly sells the best lumpia in Chinatown was closed. So was Sincerity Chicken. Mandarin Palace beside Salazar Bakery is no longer in business.
But we managed to eat at two other places that were on my list. The first, to Dong Bei for dumplings. Then, on to President Grand Palace Restaurant for an early dinner.
Between the roast duck and the main entree, Sam wrote three lines on a paper napkin and asked me to read it aloud. She and Alex were already giggling so I was wary. I read slowly. Sam told me to read faster and to read the lines over and over. I didn’t. Grrrrrr. And she and Alex burst out laughing. According to Sam, there are so many videos on the internet of people reciting these three lines — fast and repeatedly — without realizing the sound they make until it’s too late.
Want to try it? Read the lines. Fast. Repeat. Faster. Repeat. Again. And again. Listen to yourself carefully.