One day I was going by subway somewhere downtown. There was some advert saying "better deal than on Canal street", didnt get it that time but when I decided to go there all what I found was selfie sticks for 5 dollars, NY t-shirts for 3 and cheap street food. Well thats the Chinatown.
Millions of Chinese people, good deals, food on the floor, strange smell in the side streets. It does fell like China. Or Honkong maybe /which is part of China now/. Brick facades full of neonlights and ads, all the wires somehow make you feel more like that.
First time I came to this part of Manhattan I decided to eat some Chinese. I went to first place which was looking like a restaurant. I opened the door, made a few steps then stopped and looked around. I was the only white person there and everything was written in Chinese alphabet and this place was just packed. I ended up back on street waiting in a long line for some cheap street food which was basically fried chicken and spring rolls filled with cabbage. It wasnt bad, I mean for dollar or two come on.
I know I made a mistake because if some place is full of natives it means its gotta be good and authentic. Wasnt really up for it really. I need to find a Chinese friend and come back there.
Second time I came there I decided to try some restaurant tho. Something more tourist-friendly and cheap. I just choosed some random soup I didnt know how to pronouce correctly and a bun. Bun was filled with pork and soup also plus some gren stuff. It was actually Wonton noodle soup 馄饨.
It was good and so different than anything Chinese that I have tried so far. Well and for 6 dollars. There is so much stuff you can buy and try out that you wouldnt find elsewhere in the city.
In the middle of Chinatown is small park which is way too small for crowds of people who meet there. Board games, chess and Chinese music. And then there was this old guy on a wheel chair playin on his small drum.
After Chinatown I headed down to Astoria.
One of many Greek Orthodox churches in this part of New York, some people believe that Astoria is most multicultural place in the whole world.. I will find out about this next time.
The worst thing about coming home late at night in NY are the rats and strange people. On subway, you meet rats whole day. I mean I am not scared of them, but we are not friends either.
First time I came to this part of Manhattan I decided to eat some Chinese. I went to first place which was looking like a restaurant. I opened the door, made a few steps then stopped and looked around. I was the only white person there and everything was written in Chinese alphabet and this place was just packed. I ended up back on street waiting in a long line for some cheap street food which was basically fried chicken and spring rolls filled with cabbage. It wasnt bad, I mean for dollar or two come on.
I know I made a mistake because if some place is full of natives it means its gotta be good and authentic. Wasnt really up for it really. I need to find a Chinese friend and come back there.
Second time I came there I decided to try some restaurant tho. Something more tourist-friendly and cheap. I just choosed some random soup I didnt know how to pronouce correctly and a bun. Bun was filled with pork and soup also plus some gren stuff. It was actually Wonton noodle soup 馄饨.
It was good and so different than anything Chinese that I have tried so far. Well and for 6 dollars. There is so much stuff you can buy and try out that you wouldnt find elsewhere in the city.
In the middle of Chinatown is small park which is way too small for crowds of people who meet there. Board games, chess and Chinese music. And then there was this old guy on a wheel chair playin on his small drum.
After Chinatown I headed down to Astoria.
One of many Greek Orthodox churches in this part of New York, some people believe that Astoria is most multicultural place in the whole world.. I will find out about this next time.
The worst thing about coming home late at night in NY are the rats and strange people. On subway, you meet rats whole day. I mean I am not scared of them, but we are not friends either.
