Chop suey and Peking duck in the windows.
The bakery. My dad likes to say Asians are not known for their desserts, but I always lunged for don-tart (an egg custard tart, to the left of the checkerboard thingy in the picture) and sponge cake (on the far right, to the otherside of the checkerboard thingy…What is the checkerboard thingy anyway?)
Hanging bananas. My grandmother’s friend Beverly’s wisdom on Chinatown:
“Cook the produce or eat it up quick, since they buy leftovers from regular supermarkets.”
“Don’t buy from any store that doesn’t have a cat.” (I’ll let you guess why that is…it’s not a nice thought)
The herbalist’s window. My great-grandfather was an herbalist–“Did his store look like that?” I asked grandma. “Oh yes,” she said….Really?? Because that’s quite a display, especially for the 1920s/30s…