Chef Who’s House

Last night as I was leaving my Brookline Adult Education class on Macromedia Flash I discussed with Sarah what we wanted for dinner. We decided on Chinese and that I would walk to the restaurant to pick-up the food on my way home. So Sarah ordered dinner as we had discussed from Chef Chang’s. So when I arrived at our neighborhood Chinese restaurant to pick-up our standard order of crab Rangoon, moo-shi chicken, scallion pancakes, and Peking ravioli the folks at Chef Chow’s didn’t recognize my name as an order they had taken. So I figured it was a case of mistaken Chinese restaurant identity and called Sarah. Unfortunately she didn’t answer. I didn’t want to have to go back to the condo empty handed just to ask Sarah where she had ordered our dinner and then have to go back out again so I took a guess that the order was from one of the restaurants on Beacon street towards Washington square. Little did I know that the restaurant I was thinking of, one that I could only remember as the one with crappy crab Rangoon, is called Lucky Wah and not something related to a chef’s name. I had even thought that Sarah could have inadvertently called the popular MIT hangout in Cambridge but that place is called Royal East. Luckily I did stop to buy some wine at Best Cellars and nearly stopped to drink a bottle while calling Sarah’s phone every fifteen seconds. As I was walking out of the liquor store Sarah called to tell me that she ordered, as discussed, from Chef Chang’s. Chef Chang’s is down Beacon about ten minutes from us and close to Kenmore square. So I carried my three bottles of wine down there, picked-up the dinner, and took the T home back on Beacon.

The moral of the story is that Chinese restaurants need more distinctive names.