Hunan chicken from Taste of Chinatown

When in need of some decent Chinese in Pilsen, call Suhan for an order. Tell her My Low sent you. Who would have guessed that I would have an easier time communicating in self-taught pidgeon Cantonese than in five-years-of-classes Spanish? It's appalling; I've been torturing my memory trying to recall what "butter" (needed for a loaf of banana bread that I made days ago) es en Español. I mean, really, "butter." Anyway, I wish my Chinese was good enough to have asked her if the "M*A*S*H* 4077th" T-shirt she was wearing was supposed to be ironic or not.

That order of chicken by the way, was supposed to be a small/pint order; this is what happens when you learn how to charm old Asian ladies.

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