When I was a kid, going out for Chinese food was a big deal. Back then, there wasn’t a Chinese restaurant on every block, but in the suburbs of Boston, we knew where to go, and after 40 years I still remember the aromas that greeted us at the China Plaza. The place was decked out in red and gold, Naugahyde booths and hanging lanterns - the ones with the awesome, silky, red fringe. The waiter delivered the food on a rolling cart filled with covered stainless steel pedestal dishes. He then uncovered each dish, revealing the steamy goodness inside, and placed them in the middle of the table, ...
Veggie Fried Rice
