This Sunset Park eatery is known for dishing up the best dumplings in New York City. So why is its owner, Mr. Chen, barely breaking even?
It all started with Beijing rock band The Fly—a cross between the Sex Pistols and Nirvana, but, you know, in Mandarin.
Perhaps the air conditioner was broken. Perhaps there was no air conditioner.
A photo essay.
“There’s nobody left in Chinatown, is there?”
I checked out a space on Catherine and Madison, thinking that a Chinatown address would at least appease my dad.
