It is apparent
to almost anyone traveling on business that there isn’t
enough time to enjoy authentic local scenery.
Dinner that hasn’t been
worked into the business schedule becomes an after-thought,
a quick twelve-dollar burger served on a tray with a moist
towelette in some forgotten hotel room.
We are so quick to let business
travel spoil the excitement that comes with going to a new
place. The town you’ve been zipping through for the
past couple of days could be the grist for your memory’s
mill, and sometimes culture shock can be cathartic.
At the very least, a side
step journey into town can afford a little life experience
and a few polite conversations with the locals.
I recall a Sunday alone at
the downtown Mandarin Hotel in Taipei, right near Nanking
Road. The Mandarin is a crew hotel. Pilots and cabin crew
have a reputation of being tight with a buck.
Most pilots like to maintain
a fairly high profile life style, while cabin crew never
has any money. Sometimes I think cabin crew invented stew.
They always seem to be planning potluck dinners.
The old joke: “Hey,
this food tastes different. Did somebody wash my bowl or
something?” barely affords a chuckle from these chowhounds.
The Taipei Mandarin is always
a good buy. The place is clean, if a bit faded. The restaurant,
which serves Chinese and American breakfast around the clock,
is always a good bet.
The Mandarin is also equipped
with a staff of husbands and wives who seem to live and
tend to individual floors.
You can be sure a staff member
will see you to your door following check-in, and don’t
be surprised when your arrival is heralded with hot tea
and cookies.
Once I stumbled into my room
after a 19-hour flight and dived straight into the shower,
only to discover my disheveled heap of clothes had been
neatly pressed and hung.
Lots of ex-patriot fliers
and business types stay at the Mandarin.
Anytime, day or night, Sky
King is meeting under the gaze of Terry and the Pirates
and Smilin’ Jack, all comic book heroes of 1930-40’s
aviation.
After arriving late one Saturday
and working all of the next day on a story, I decided it
was time to get out. The T.V.
was rattling on in Chinese and English alternatively, about
some sporting event that no longer held my interest. I decided
to take a walk to find something to eat and maybe pick up
some bottled water.
It was drizzling lightly,
a warm, early spring evening. Sundays anywhere are the same.
It doesn’t really matter
where you are in the world. There will be more places open
on the day after the apocalypse than on any given Sunday.
I stopped at a small restaurant
that looked busy. Business in a restaurant is a good sign
in any country. The first thing I noticed was how the place
smelled.
This joint smelled great.
A couple of beers and a plate
of fried rice later, I left my small side table completely
satisfied.
Around the corner from the
restaurant I found a group of people laughing and joking
in the staccato tics of quick and easy Chinese conversation.
For a moment I thought that I had missed the place the cool
crowd supped. I felt a need to get the name and address
of said cool place so that I could return at a later time.
I began to make my way to the group.
It was then that a familiar
sign struck me, a sign emblematic of gaudy, tacky Americana:
the flashing red and white striped logo of T.G.I. Fridays.
I laughed, and wondered if my joke was funnier than the
joke shared by the cool crowd. I had not come halfway around
the world to eat burgers and fairy food.
Now, whenever it’s time
to hit the road again, I think of that damp Sunday in Taipei.
It reminds me to get out and experience more of the local
scene.
I always wonder about people
who come to New York from other parts of the world insisting
that the best restaurants are in Manhattan, simply because
they’ve read that somewhere.
Let’s set the record
straight.
Any stiff can read a review
and fork over a lot of cash.
The idea is to get out, get
fed, have some fun and not get stuck paying through the
teeth.
Try something new, even if
it’s in small amounts.
Live a little.
You may not pass this way
again.
The Chinese food being served
up near our offices at LaGuardia Airport in Flushing, New
York City is incredible, and you can basically eat until
your hands get tired for just a couple of bucks.
I would go so far as to say
that several of the places in Flushing are better than the
majority of restaurants in Manhattan and, I dare say, in
Taipei as well.
Since this is the season to
celebrate Chinese New Year, and New York is a great city
for Chinese food, here are some tips for where to go the
next time you land at JFK or LaGuardia Airport. These restaurants
are just a short cab or bus ride from the airport hotels.
If you are dining alone you
may feel funny about it. Get a prop. A book or magazine
is fine, but if you’re really dexterous bring your
Palm to fiddle with while you wait for your meal. Look up
every now and again to check the scene out. Maybe you will
find yourself talking to a complete stranger, maybe it will
just be time spent following the pattern in the wallpaper.
Regardless, you will leave yourself open to the environment
without being bored.
Just remember, like any good
scout, you must be prepared, in every sense. You may think
you have everything covered, what with your magazine and
your Palm, but always be ready when the host asks you if
you might consider sitting at a table with other diners
to make more room. Anything can and will happen.
Chinese restaurants in New
York have lots of big, round tables. If a restaurant starts
filling up with loners, couples and small families, it is
not unusual to find strangers sitting together at a table.
It works great when you’re alone and it’s busy
because almost everyone gets seated right away. And you
get an easy, insider look into the different lives inhabiting
the city. Plus, if you just had a tough day in business
there is nothing better than the anonymity of a table full
of merciful strangers.
Chinese restaurants always
bring a pot of tea and a menu, giving the diner a relaxing
couple of minutes to check things out.
Family style dining is an
easy and appropriate meal at any Chinese restaurant in New
York. It always feels like going back to summer camp and
sitting at a table with a variety of choice meal items.
If you’re sitting at a table with a meal already in
progress it’s like seeing the Lotto numbers before
they are run. If you observe your new best friend and fellow
diner coveting your Bok Choy, don’t be afraid to tell
him how it tastes. Sharing what is good is always a great
icebreaker.
Here are a few places worth
remembering:
Joe’s Shanghai. 136-21
37 Ave. Flushing NY 11354 (718) 539-4429 www.joesshanghai.com
www.joesshanghai.comLocated smack-dab in the middle of the
‘New Chinatown’ in Flushing, Queens, Joe’s
Shanghai has been hailed as a real treasure of the area.
On balance this is the best Chinese restaurant in New York.
Less formal and more family oriented, Joe’s features
steamed buns of pork or crab. They are served a dozen to
an order inside wicker baskets. There are those who duck
in simply to partake in that delicious delicacy. Joe’s
also serves delicious Shanghai fried rice, a lightly turned
and simply prepared dish with small bits of scallion and
egg. Scallion pancakes are an excellent accompaniment to
any meal at Joe’s. Joe’s is constantly rated
in the top ten New York Chinese eateries and serves until
11 p.m. weekdays and midnight Fridays and Saturdays. Just
around the corner from Joe’s is C&J Restaurant.
C&J Restaurant, 136-14
38th Ave., (718) 353-3366.
C&J Restaurant is a great
choice for business meetings and full-service presentations
with all the trimmings. Half a block away is Homefood, at
38-05 Main Street, a narrow and deep place with cooked ducks
hanging in the front window. The foods is very good, quite
plentiful, and dirt-cheap. Luncheons are all you can hope
for at less than five bucks.
Another aspect to enjoying
Chinese food is Dim Sum. Dim Sum is served almost everywhere,
especially in the better Chinese restaurants.
One such place, Gum Tong Gung
at 133-30 39th Avenue in Flushing, does it better than anywhere
else. Dim Sum is served is predominantly served earlier
in the day and especially during lunch, but at Gum Tong
Gung you can get a variety of delicious choices anytime.
Carts laden with round, metal
Tiffin-like pans are wheeled out carrying dozens of different
kinds of Dim Sum. The wait staff circles the restaurant
offering the different choices, only leaving to refill their
stock. If you don’t like something, you don’t
have a whole dish to contend with. If you love something,
you can just keep choosing it, and all the while your waiter
will keep track of what you have ordered.
Steamed dumplings with shrimp,
chicken or beef; friend eggplant roll; pork congee with
preserved egg; braised duck feet; turnip cake - there are
a hundred choices on the menu.
Gum Tong Gung seats up to
250 people, though from the look of it I imagine I could
open a gym and house the S.S. Titanic at the same time.
On Sundays it is worth the
trip just to see the servers wheel around the room. They
are a show in and of themselves.
At $1.95 to $3.00 a serving,
Dim Sum, that small taste of delicious Chinese cuisine,
is a bargain.
The Flushing area is a hot
zone for Chinese food, and at this point you could close
your eyes and point and still hit an excellent restaurant.
But Flushing has also become a “destination”
of sorts.
Not only is the food great,
but also it’s so easy to just check into a hotel and
go shopping, or see a movie. The train into the city lies
in the heart of Main Street, close to all restaurants and
shopping, and one stop from The Mets at Shea Stadium.
Savvy business travelers can
take the Q48 bus from LaGuardia right to the center of town.
A cab from JFK costs less
than six dollars anytime.
Flushing also offers a variety
of Japanese, Indian, Malaysian, Vietnamese and Korean Food.
The Sheraton LaGuardia East
Hotel at 135-20 39th Avenue has 173 rooms and is centrally
located. It is the perfect full-service place to set up
operations. (718) 460-666; North America, (888) 268-0717;
Hong Kong, (800) 90-0376; Taiwan, 0080-10-3852.
Wherever you find yourself
landing, after a two or ten or fourteen hour flight, soaking
in the shower and washing the business out of your body,
remember to get out and explore your surroundings a little.
There is more to this world than business; there are all
the many hours in between.
Wishing all our readers a
Happy New Year “Kung Hey Fat Choi!” as we celebrate
the snake and venture out in these gray, snowy short New
York days of February 2013 and live a little.
Geoffrey/Flossie
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