Where I grew up, in Queens, right at the edge of the Nassau County Line on Long Island, a genre of Chinese restaurants evolved, serving what we rainbow-aware chow explorers have come to recognize as 'Jewish Chinese'.
FYI: JC menus were characterized by shrimp with lobster sauce, sweet and sour pork, pu-pu platters (preferably flaming), won-ton soup, chow mein, lobster cantonese and so forth. Over time, these places have evolved, but rest assured that the stalwarts and the menu core persist.
Last night my bride agitated for Chinese. Currently, outside of our excellent Atlanta Penang and better than passable dim-sum, our recently favored and carefully cultivated Cantonese/Hong Kong and Shanghai stalwarts seem one by one to have embarked on a serious downhill slide.
Long story short: we drove over to Atlanta's equivalent to Jackson Heights or Devon Ave, and braved Bamboo Garden for Indian Chinese. I had tried another such place about a year ago, and had been under impressed.
This time was no different. Plate after plate of fried food, garnished universally with slivered ginger, sichuan red peppers, onion and bell pepper. No lack of MSG. No bursts or flavor, little refinement or emphasis on balance or freshness. Typical Saturday night manager's exhortation to try the chef's rendition of lobster.
'I only eat lobster when its really fresh' I demurred.
'Our chef steams them as soon as they come in, not to worry' said the manager. Oy veh.
So I'm sitting there, and in the front of my mind was the phone call I had received just before we went out from a business friend, Ahmed, who lives in Wheeling. Ahmed, UK raised, who loves his hookahs of fruit flavored sheeshah and promises me world class falafel next time I get up to Chicago (will report back).
"Chinese?" said Ahmed. "Its the biggest thing in India".
Here's what I pictured. The food on our table, 250 Million middle class South Asians, Saturday night eating it--Indian Chinese. And laughed, thinking about a skein of Long Island JC restaurants Saturday night serving Jewish Chinese.
Can anyone really say that the perjorative 'gringo' is rightly reserved for those of us native to Los Estados Unidos?
Chicago is my spiritual chow home