Conversation with a Chinese restaurateur in a west central Mississippi town
Running down the road in Clarksdale, Mississippi, I screeched to a halt (felt like Rroad Runner) when I passed by a Chinese restaurant with the odd name Rice Bowl (in Chinese it was Fànwǎn lóu 饭碗楼 — the only characters I saw on the premises). It was a tiny, nondescript establishment, with six or so chairs against the walls where you sat while you waited for your order to be prepared. Most people, however, stood in line or just came in to pick up what they had ordered over the phone.
The owner did a brisk business, but it was strictly take out. There were about 8 spaces for cars to park outside, though they were constantly coming and going.
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