My grandfather was Chinese. Born in Canton. Came to America and opened his own restaurant on Mott street in NYC. He died a long time ago. So, that's right, my dad is Chinese. He speaks a few dialects of Chinese (Toisan, Shanghinese, Cantonese and Mandarin) as well as Japanese which he learned so he could teach Japanese consolate children English for Japanese dignataries at the United Nations, when he was in NYC. He also speaks German which he learned when he was stationed in Germany during the Korean War. And he speaks Spanish like my mom. My mom cooks Chinese food. She went to culinary school for that. My dad orders the 'good stuff' as someone said in this thread. Not the lo-fan food.
I said Chinese food is a treat before, up here in the mountains of Pennsylvania because I grew up eating Chinese food and the nearest restaurant is like 50 miles away through mountain roads. Their buffet is ok. Actually I think it s*cks, but beggars can't be choosey up here. Yes we can though because there's another Chinese restaurant up here in the other direction where my parents live. Only 61 miles in the other direction. Both restaurants are buffet style. I've heard that there's a little take-out place around here, but they are too far to deliver food to me. It's only 50 miles in a different direction than the others. Yup, I picked the worst place to live. Far away from the real love, besides my dog, cat, goldfish, parents, brothers, etc., CHINESE FOOD!!!!
maybe I can get it air dropped....