Friday, August 7, 2009


When we would arrive at 9 am, the restaurant kitchen would be still, empty and dry.But in no time, chickens would be hacked, rice noodles would pop up in hot oil, big as white afros , mushrooms would be soaking, crab shells would be floating in giant stock pots.......a hushed ballet would follow,crisscrossing between the three rooms, only the scrapping of the woks would be heard over the din of the dining room.

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