Earlier in my post, I mentioned that my family dined at a Chinese restaurant every week. This was never one of the dishes we ordered. But oddly enough, I recall maybe once or twice having a dish of Kung Pao Chicken on our table. But there’s something about Chinese “take-out” food where you order dishes that are far from authentic but you don’t care because when you see television sitcoms eating chowmein, fried rice, beef with broccoli- whatever looks “Asian” from a take-out container, it has me craving for some non-authentic Chinese food. However in NYC, Chinese restaurants don’t serve the food in the white paper take out containers with the red pagodas. It’s just not the same eating from these round plastic containers. You lose the authenticity! In my neighborhood, there are Chinese folks running tiny Chinese take-out joints with the names of Golden City, Ling-Ling (and you bet there’s a Panda on their sign), and my personal fave, Me and My Egg Roll. Ai-ya!
Funny how my family never ordered no mandarin orange chicken but we never fail to enjoy our sweet and sour pork- with or without the canned pineapple. Perhaps that’s why I always have Trader Ming’s mandarin orange chicken stashed in my freezer.