Ducks Hanging in the Window

The dis-oriented author is Chinese. I am actually only 1/4 Chinese, my grandfather was from China. This week I an in San Francisco and tonight I was in the mood for Chinese food.

When I am in San Francisco, I typically buy a MUNI passport so I can ride the buses and the cable cars. Tonight, I took the Powell and Market cable car to Chinatown. I was looking for a Chinese restaurant and I had only two criteria in mind:

It had to be full of Chinese patrons and there had to be Ducks Hanging in the window.

I got off the cable car in Chinatown and walked down the hill. Halfway down, I walked through and alley to the New King Tin Restaurant. Like many Chinatown restaurants, there was a hawker out front  trying to get diners to stop in. I walked up to him and looked in the window. The place was full of Asian faces and ... there were ducks hanging in the window.

I went in and sat down. My daughter studied in China last summer but I don't speak a word of the language. Fortunately the menu was bilingual, English and Chinese.For $6.50, I ordered half a roast duck with steamed rice and hot tea. The duck was perfect — I love Chinatown.