chinatown
Using Delicious Food, to Squash Coronavirus Xenophobia
As coronavirus continues to spread, there’s a food centric tour company providing a self-guided San Francisco Chinatown food tour to highlight Chinese cuisine and culture. Misinformation and ignorance is leading to xenophobic acts and heavy drops in Asian restaurant attendance. Avital Tours, a culinary experience company in San Francisco, Los
USING FOOD TO FIGHT CORONAVIRUS DISCRIMINATION
As coronavirus continues to spread, there’s a food centric tour company providing a self-guided San Francisco Chinatown food tour to highlight Chinese cuisine and culture. Misinformation and ignorance is leading to xenophobic acts and heavy drops in Asian restaurant attendance. Avital Tours, a culinary experience company in San Francisco, Los
The History of Chinese Take-Out
Completely sloshed from the night’s activities, or have had a long Friday day of work and just want to veg out in your pad, one will always come across Chinese food as an easy and convenient way to fill that tired stomach. Although in the City, it’s much more amazing.
Treat Your Feet in Chinatown, NYC
Despite the calendar that indicates that spring is arriving this week, New York is clutching on to winter as tight as Times Square tourist holds on to his wallet. All this recent slushy snow and ass-whooping wind that bounces off the city’s concrete and creeps through my layers of goose
The Lost and Found Show: Underwear!
If you’re missing any underwear, it’s probably because one of two things happened: 1. It’s jammed between the wall and mattress of a random hookup you’re no longer speaking to. 2. Gnomes stole it. Either way, you’re not getting your underwear back. You can deal with it by reading the
Tales of My Foot Phobia
Believe it or not, this morning marked the second time that I saw someone clip their nails on the subway. At least it wasn’t their toenails, like the first time around. That incident happened during the summer, when it was hot enough to wear sandals– the thick, B.O.-pungent air, and
Smells on the Chinatown Bus
It’s kind of insane that after 25 years as a broke-ass, I had never taken the Chinatown bus until last weekend. Don’t get me wrong, I adore budget travel– I’ve been cramped on overnight buses in Portugal, watched a boy floss his teeth with twine as he sat across from