Linda and I trekked out to Flushing on Friday and waited patiently at the Flushing Food Court for the Chengdu eatery (all the way in the back, I think it’s called Chengdu Xiao Chi or something like that) people to get back behind the counter (they were out buying peanuts, it seems).
[I’ll see about filling in the void I’ve left from the past few weeks. What with moving, family vacationing and living out of a suitcase, I’ve fallen dreadfully behind.]
Linda, as usual, came very prepared: she’d printed out the menus for 2 of the stands, along with some chowhounder’s translation of both. Between those (which impressed the proprietors considerably) and my extremely poor Mandarin, we managed to order these:
The best dan dan mian this side of Sichuan. They’ve got the ma la DOWN here. My mouth was numb for an hour. (This is a good thing.)
Dry-fried green beans.
Spicy cold tendon.
Delicious, delicious ma po tofu.