The Chinese eat strange things and I find this actually, not so strange. It is the American who eats a diet absent of not only the delicacies of the Chinese, but the delicacies of the Europeans, Hindi, Eastern Europeans, and the Latin Americas.
I took to liberating my captive American tongue last evening, by placing my physical form in a region that has come to be dominated to some extent, by Chinese emigrants. In the venue I entered I was surrounded by these emigrants, who according to the average American, "eat strange things".
This liberation of my tongue, was celebrated with fried fish skin, which was so delicious, I dare say, makes the ubiquity of the American potato chip or french fry a crime against human diet and health, leaving to waste the human taste buds.
This fish skin is crispy, not incredibly oily, and delicious.
Chinese is a monosyllabic language.
The name of this restaurant consists of one syllable. It is on the lighted sign over the establishment. It means 'food' or 'to eat'.
食 pronounced shi in the second tone, this place is a modern establishment, serving hot pot and Chinese dishes, up just northwesterly from the intersection of Bay Parkway and 86 Street (D Train Station).
I had presented a review of their hot sauce, some weeks prior:
86 Super Star (老地方)http://chowhound.chow.com/topics/928681
They really do not have a visible English name, unless one grabs the TAKE OUT menu.
I do have to say, the hot sauce this time around, was not as exhilarating as my first visit. This visit gave me more of the clue as to their excellent expansive menu. Hot pots seemed to be what all other customers were engaged with.
They do not have beer, and have not asked whether this, like at many places, can be carried in and drank. The menu consists of many delights.