When I was a young kid my adventurous parents took me to a Hakka chinese place in Flushing Queens, which catered to old man yelling in near defening Chinese. Small, crowded, smelly, noisy I was a little wierded out but when the food came I just stared. Pieces of bumpy yellow chicken fat floated in a hot delicious broth anchored by broken bits of delicate fowl bone.
That night has become a family joke. Including the sigh above the door that said "Hakka the Last Frontier".
Well, good impression or bad I want more. What ever happened to Hakka cuisine? Can I find some more of that good stuff in L.A.? Please help.
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