As Close To Tibet As We Get

When I was growing up, there was a restaurant called the Mandarin not far from my house. As children, it was definitely one of our favorites. This restaurant was the epitome of Chinese food as we knew it: chicken balls, lemon chicken, mashed potatoes, pizza – sushi served and replenished by charming young Chinese blokes named “Hank” or “Frederick.” Authentic, […]

Read More →