After feasting on chicken fried rice and basil chicken, I proceed to the fortune cookie. The white slip of paper, encased in the cookie, reveals that I will write a book. No kidding – it says “You will write a book”. Fame and filthy lucre, here I come ! Do so many of us want to write books, that the fortune cookie guys now broadcast is as a “fortune” ? What better life eh, than to spin dreams, convert them into pragmatic words, and make money ? I mean, I can swallow (pun intended) a fortune cookie, which says “A good friendship is in the offing”, or “Financial circumstances get better”, or “There is a cloud of doom over your head”, but “You will write a book” ?
Chinese food here is the US, isn’t the same; its a tame, dumbed down version of the fiery stuff served in India. Even the Chinese food served in Indian restaurants here is adulterated with the same blandness. Ah, recall with fondness, Haldiram’s chilli garlic noodles. And best of all was the stuff, served from those mobile noodle vans; haven’t had that in a while.
Ironically, cannot find “American Chopsuey” in a restaurant in America.
