For those of you who could not attend SCCLA's Chinese foodie presentation, here are my remarks.
Now I know
that some of you have read about me as the crazy lawyer who’s eaten at 6,000
Chinese restaurants, but I’m sure that a lot of you have not, so I will make my
remarks on the presumption that you haven’t heard about me. I had been dining in anonymity for
decades. Then last year, a food writer named
Clarissa Wei, who’s sitting right here, found out that I kept an Excel schedule
showing the 6,000 Chinese restaurants I had eaten at. She asked me if anybody had ever written me
up and I replied no, why would anybody want to?
She interviewed me and the story ran on the LA Weekly website. That item was quickly picked up by the
Huffington Post, People.com, went viral
around the world, including the Chinese language press, and a whole
bunch of celebrity gossip websites, all of which I found quite befuddling
except to wonder if there was a new category of public figure called celebrity
diner.
That led to
an all expense paid visit to Springfield, Missouri for me and my wife Mary to
sample Springfield’s signature cashew chicken at several Chinese restaurants
and have our picture taken with the restaurant owners, plus the mayor of
Branson gave us the key to the city.
Eventually the furor died down, until this past April when the Los
Angeles Times ran its Column One story written by Frank Shyong on my spreadsheet, complete with
interactive timeline map of where I ate over the years. This
was followed a feature on the Yahoo News and Good Morning America websites
leading to another 15 seconds of fame.
The end result is I have 850 Twitter followers, a Chinese restaurant
column on a restaurant website called Menuism, and field requests from
strangers asking questions like what’s the best Chinese restaurant in
Cincinnati. To my horror, casual responses
to three such short questions ended up as newspaper articles, or in one case, an
article on the Canadian Broadcasting Company website so I've learned to always be careful to watch what I say.
At this
point I need to issue a disclaimer. People hear that I have eaten at 6,000 Chinese restaurants and they all assume I’m a
foodie and Chinese food expert. I am not
a foodie. Eric Chan here is a foodie—he
takes pictures of all his restaurant meals.
I do not. My daughter Christina,
who is also a lawyer, is a foodie. When
she went to Asia last year and sent us the link to her photos, I found that 80
percent of the pictures were of food.
When I travel, I only take pictures of the scenery. And I’m no Chinese food expert as sometimes
I don’t even know what’s in the Chinese food I’m eating.
Now the fact
that I am not a foodie is quite significant, because when I started this
journey, it certainly wasn’t about the food and in many respects it still isn’t. Rather, as the L.A. Times article focused on,
it was about a different kind of search.
Because as a Chinese American I
grew up in a Los Angeles far different from what most of you are familiar
with. A Los Angeles where Asians, or as
we were called back then, Orientals, were under one percent of the population,
a mere 20,000 Chinese, not 500,000 like
today. We were such a rarity that when
I started my first job one of the other new hires thought I was Mexican because
he had never met a Chinese person before.
It was a time when, because of
decades of anti-Chinese immigration laws, virtually all of the Chinese
residents in America had roots in the seven counties of rural Toishan outside
of the city of Canton. A Chinese
community largely comprised of illegal immigrants and their descendants, like
three of my grandparents who came to America illegally. A Los Angeles where many neighborhoods, not
just San Marino but places like Glendale, South Pasadena, Inglewood, and parts
of the Crenshaw district of Los Angeles were off limits to Chinese Americans
and other minorities. And a Los Angeles
where as a little boy I didn’t eat much Chinese food because I found the Chinese
food of the day to be largely unpalatable because it wasn’t particularly good.
For me the triggering event on my journey was the ethnic
studies movement that was born in the late 1960s. In my last quarter as an
undergraduate at UCLA, they offered the very first Asian American studies
class. Immediately I was captivated by
the topic of the experience of Chinese people in the United States. There was a
dearth of material on the topic, such that a novice like myself who was
studying to become an accountant could write a term paper on the history of the
Chinese of Los Angeles and immediately have it published in the budding ethnic
press. That same person could then go on KNX radio, KCBS television and speak
at conferences as a so called "expert" on the subject, and even be
keynote speaker at one of the very first Asian Pacific American Heritage month events
in Los Angeles, quite laughable given that my credentials consisted of having
taken all of two university level classes in Asian American studies.
My interest in food developed a little
later, after the convergence of three factors when I started to work and
travel. First of all, I made the acquaintance of friends at work from Hong
Kong, who showed a passion for food that I had never encountered before. My Hong Kong friends had been the vanguard of
the late 1960s immigration of Chinese from Hong Kong to the United States, when
the American immigration laws changed to permit Chinese to come here in large
numbers, and the new residents brought their food with them. This upgrade in
Chinese food sparked an interest in me, as this new and exciting form of
Chinese food was so much better than what I was used to. Finally, I started to
travel around the United States, and made it a point to eat at Chinese
restaurants to the extent possible, as part of a greater interest in seeing what
Chinese residents and communities were like throughout the United States. Indeed
my one and only published restaurant review written in 1977, of Hong Kong
Restaurant in Sioux City, Iowa was as much about the setting of the restaurant
near the Sioux Bee Honey factory as the food itself. And to this day, eating Chinese food while traveling is part of my
greater desire to experience various Chinese American and Canadian communities.
So as you can see, in the beginning it wasn't at all about the food, and even
today the food is only part of the story.