Since I’m from Vancouver and accustomed to excellent Chinese food, can you imagine what it would be like living in a place like Detroit? That city sure isn’t well known for its food. After I got married I lived there for a few years and at that time, there was perhaps a handful of good Chinese restaurants. I went into the most popular one called Victor Lim’s, ordered Won ton noodles and when the waiter came back he handed me a soup bowl with perhaps 8 wontons and 5 pieces of barbecued pork. I couldn’t believe it. My stomach growled and I was starving. I said, “Where’s the noodles?” The waiter looked at me surprised and said, “That’s it. That’s what you ordered.” I said, “Wait a minute, I said wonton noodles.” He looked at me, shook his head as if not understanding what I meant and said, “Oh, do you want me to bring you a bowl of hot noodles too?” Betty laughed and said, “Go ahead. You might as well order the hot noodles too.” I started to pick up one wonton with my chopstick and it was tasty but this would never be enough since I was really hungry tonight. It’s a good thing Betty suggested I order the noodles too. I looked over at what she was eating. She was quite happy with the chicken fried rice but I could see that there wasn’t many ingredients in that either. I realized then that if I wanted to eat good Chinese food I was going to have to make it myself. Guess that’s what being Chinese is all about.