My friend was reading my blog today and advised me, “Uh, sushi, yea, that’s not Chinese.” Touché (like sushi, this word is not Chinese). I thanked her for educating me about this matter and informed her the restaurant in which I was dining featured both Japanese and Chinese cuisine. In addition, I told her I do not see “ethni,” just city.
We then started talking about my ethni (silent) city and I told her I am a chameleon, mostly dependent upon the type of food I’m ordering. Based on the old days of segregation, I’m Greek in the cemetery; unfortunately this information has not helped me into posh Greek establishments. Now that I think about it, I’m part Asian. Half Cauc, half Asian. CaucAsian.