And so the countdown began this week. The kitchen and the foot surgery.
This is about Chan's Dragon Inn, just about a block south of TT.
As college students at Gonzaga -- AND when we moved back to Bermtopia in the late 1980s -- my date and I loved to make an occasional junket to Playfair. It was in the 80s when one of the track's all-time favorites, Chan's Dragon, and his jockey Jerry Pruitt ruled the course. Oh, he was a beautiful creature: A big, bay gelding owned by the Chan family, well-known Chinese restaurateurs in Bermtopia since the mid-1940s.
In portraits scattered throughout the restaurant, generations of Chans join their patriarch, sharing a silent testimony of family pride and dedication.
|This is Grandfather Chan. We sat with him at dinner.|
The service is quietly congenial, the food a reminder as to why most of us fell in love with Chinese food as kids: Warm, salty, sweet, tangy, herbaceous flavors mingling in mysterious combinations of meat, veggies, noodles or rice. The honey wine chicken is special.