It was as if we somehow topped the usual absurdity they see in the ghetto—now it was some Batman-and-Robin routine with an older Chinese man who doesn’t speak English with a NEW YORK ball cap and his skinny white-dude sidekick zipping around Bronx streets late at night with packages of chicken wings.
It’s time for you to read this very well-written story of life behind the glass at a Chinese delivery restaurant in Mott Haven.