Full Kee: Dining in DC #2

Chinatown in DC: as authentic as...

This October, the Giant Vacuum Cleaner had to take his 10th grade board exams. The Spouse felt it would be a great idea to whisk me away as far as possible in order to prevent mother-son meltdown. We ended up spending a couple of days in my favorite American city – Washington, DC. Despite having lived in the area for several years, we had never ventured into the District’s Chinatown neighborhood, other than to drive through it on our way to someplace else. Despite knowing that DC’s Chinatown is kitschy and about as authentic as an Elvis impersonator, I thought it would be fun to make like a tourist and eat Chinese food in a Chinatown restaurant. … Keep reading

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San Francisco: Highlights

SFO's runway by the Bay

SFO's runway by the Bay

San Francisco. Where do I start? Perhaps with the moment my 13 year-old son, who’s sitting beside the window, leans across with a shit-eating grin and says, “Mama, I don’t think you should look out of the window right now.” So of course, I just have to. And immediately wish I hadn’t. It looks like we’re about to land on water. The rational part of my mind – at the moment shrunk to an insignificant two percent of total brain mass – knows that this is not going to happen, that it just seems that way, that of course, the runway at this airport runs alongside the bay. The other part of my mind, all 98 percent of it, is screaming with all its might, forcing my impeccably manicured nails to rake their way unwillingly down my son’s left arm until the plane comes to a gentle and uneventful halt. It’s over. We’re here. I can breathe now. So can my indignant son. Keep reading…