“I hope it doesn’t rain too hard,” Shu-Huei said, shivering as we boarded a water taxi to Chinatown on Saturday. The thunder boomed.
We optimistically sat on a bench in the prow so we could see all the buildings as the boat chugged north on the Chicago river. The baby and I were in Chicago for six days this past week. Along with two million other extra visitors. They went to see the Air and Water Show. We came to do research and conduct interviews related to the book I’m writing.
The young man who sold us tickets smelled of alcohol and slurred his words. Soon sheets of rain pounded the boat. Though the windows have rain-proof coverings that can be unrolled and snapped into place, and though the half dozen passengers huddled together, umbrellas useless against the onslaught of rain, the drunk boatswain did not reappear until it was time to debark.
Since the stroller was soaked, I carried the baby. We waited for the rain to abate under a pagoda and then gave up, hurrying the five blocks to Chinatown, which has covered sidewalks, and getting completely drenched.
Shu-Huei took us to her new favorite dim sum place, Shui Wah. It was packed with Asian customers talking loudly and sharing steaming bowls of delicious-smelling food.
I ordered chicken feet!
I didn’t know you could eat chicken feet
They were served fried with small tangy black beans.
It was time to eat chicken feet. So I did.
You nibble the meat off trying not to think about where the chicken was walking and if the feet had been thoroughly cleaned. (If you raise chickens or have a neighbor who does, you know why one tries not to think about this…)
I saw other diners dexterously separate the meat from the bone using the edge of a chopstick. I was much more clumsy!
We also ordered other interesting food:
Fried turnip cakes: these are square and a bit gelatinous and shockingly delicious.
Steamed pork buns: Shu-Huei makes a whole wheat variety from scratch. Being Jewish and having been a vegetarian for twenty years, I’ve never bought pork except in the form of bacon, but just thinking about how delicious the pork buns were makes me eager to try making them.
Tripe: I’m not sure I even know what tripe is but it crunched rather grittily between my teeth and had little flavor to compensate for the gross texture.
Sharkfin dumplings: The Chinese consider sharkfin a healthy food. I felt a bit guilty eating such a noble and ferocious animal—the same way I might feel eating lion meat, say—but these, too, were scrumptious.
The tripe I couldn’t eat.
Shu-Huei happily ate the tripe. Neither of us liked the cuttlefish though. It was too rubbery. I fear the Chinese aren’t famous for their prowess at making curry. That was my gentle way of saying the sauce sucked.
The air in Chicago was much cooler after the thunderstorm and the baby’s curly hair turned into frizz. There’s no good dim sum in the small town in Oregon where we live. The last time I had good Chinese food was three years ago, with Shu-Huei. This is why it’s good to be broke and barely ever go out to eat. When you do, the meal is truly memorable.
You ready to try chicken feet?
How ’bout yak meat?
Have you eaten any really strange (to you) foods? Have your kids?
Published: August 24, 2011
Last update: April 5, 2021