If you’ll indulge me by letting me relay just one proud-father story… I figured food-loving readers and/or new parents would appreciate hearing this. (And maybe you have your own baby/food stories to share…)
The other night my wife and I ate at our favorite Chinatown restaurant on our night off because we were hungry and it’s a good place for our nine-month old, Charlie. In fact, ever since we had Charlie we’ve found ourselves down on Beach Street a lot. Chinatown has become our go-to solution for child-friendly, good food, and the convenient distraction of the large fish tanks! Charlie enjoys the finger food and any mess that he makes will go unnoticed next to the disaster area that always results when I wield the chop sticks.
This time, though, Charlie took the experience to a whole new level. My wife, Karolyn, and I were in tears we were laughing so violently. He ate course after course: pea shoots, short ribs with garlic (sucking on the bones and making me very proud!), pork and mustard green soup, pan-fried noodles with pork and Chinese broccoli, and salt and pepper eel. He got more more excited as the dinner progressed to the point where he mildly shrieked when we couldn’t feed him fast enough - he was eating off of our chopsticks and almost using the Chinese soup spoon himself (I might be exaggerating slightly here, but he was pretty close).
Also amusing was watching him wash it all down with breast milk as I gulped my Tsingtao. He kept on clamoring (in his own language) for more. At one point, he burped so loud he made a passing waiter lose it.
Anyhow we had a blast and I encourage any of you to take your own young children to Chinatown (or mine — babysitting offers always welcome)!
People used to marvel that I devoured steamers at Legal Seafood before my second birthday, but Charlie has definitely topped me. I am not sure I am happy that he may have inherited my Chef proclivities, but I am definitely happy to have a passionate, eclectic food-lover in my family!
Tony Maws