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March 16, 2005


Lost my Chinese chops

I couldn't help it. I went back to Chinatown today for lunch. I wanted the curry chicken that I couldn't have last night. It was delicious. On the way back I had hoped to find someone selling hotcakes on the sidewalk. But he wasn't where he was last night. And so I ducked into a bakery. The woman behind the counter insisted on talking to me in English. She seemed not to understand my Chinese. Is it that bad?
listening to: betty wright, Hard to stop
Posted by eku at March 16, 2005 2:47 PM
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