On to the noodle factory!
How our family makes won ton mein for dinner (or at least the noodle buying process)
First, we drive to Chinatown with at least with two people in the car so that one person (usually dad) can buy the noodles while the other person (my sister of I) waits in the car because we have parked in some illegal spot. There’s never parking in Chinatown.
Dad enters the factory/store. Examines. Looks around. Takes in the view of all the cardboard boxes. There are a lot of cardboard boxes.
There is often great difficulty encountered in attempting to get the attention of someone so you can place an order. This is what usually happens. You say, “excuse me?!” over and over again but it’s too noisy inside. So you must wave your hands wildly around and someone will eventually come.
Dad has already pondered his noodles options and chooses the one that will be appropriate for tonight’s dinner. I forget how much he got but it cost $2.60.
He walks back to the car after a quick detour to Bale for four cups of café su da (one for every person in the family) and hands the brown paper bag over too me. Success!
Then we drive home and bring the noodles to the kitchen. It is dumped out onto the counter for photography reasons. Mom yells because we have bought too much and what are we going to do with the leftovers and we shouldn’t eat the leftovers because it won’t be fresh tomorrow. Dad apologies to Mom. It’s all good.
And then Mom does her magic with her really good broth and dumplings grandma brought over this morning because she knows her granddaughter loves her dumplings. Four bowl for four people. Sometimes we give Buddy the dog one dumpling. He too loves grandma’s dumplings. Don’t worry, my grandma knows we give him dumplings on occasions and she’s okay with that.
And viola, dinner! Dad washed the parsley, green onions and cilantro. Tiff grinds the pepper in everyone’s bowl and I put in lots of fried onions for us all. A family affair indeed.
Yat Tung Chow Noodle Factory
150 N King St
Honolulu Hawaii 96817