December 31, 2005
Adventures in the Chinese Consulate and NYC Chinatown
Every once in a while, my mother decides that she needs to fly to China for some variation of family business. To accomplish this, she needs a visa from the Chinese consulate in New York City. Now, for a small town redneck like me, going to NYC is an adventure in itself. But Chinese people, you see, have to go to Chinatown as well…
The day starts of normally with the two of us getting on the bus (Transbridge, their seat smells kinda funny). I brought along some fansubs and scanlations on the ol’ PSP but I eventually resigned myself to sleep. Funny how I never get carsick. Anyway, we finally reach the Port Authority (think big transportation hub) and decide to WALK to the consulate to save money.
Now, you’d understand that I’d be a bit annoyed in general after hiking through fields of construction workers and pools of mud, to reach the Chinese consulate, no less. After actually reaching the consulate, I find myself being set upon by Falun Gong protesters. While I support the First Amendment, I still feel that I have a right to not have literature forced upon me. I suppose it would also be prudent to say that I’ve had a vendetta against Chinese Communists since the Tiananmen Massacre in 1989, but I generally keep myself civil.
Inside the consulate, I get even more annoyed at the lax attitude of the workers. Remember tales of inefficient communist workers and their “iron rice bowls?” Yeah, it’s all true. While I wait for the sickeningly slow desk workers to process my mother’s documents, there’s this little Indian girl sitting in front of me in the waiting room. Her legs are swinging back and forth while she sings this annoying song. For some bizarre reason, this repetitive motion and song begins giving me a headache.
Wisely, I decide to retire to the restrooms. While inside, my somewhat immature attitude towards Communists begins to surface and I decide to plot my vengeance. My brilliant plan? Well, I’m not an insane Asian genius, but I decide to use all of the toilet paper and paper towels. I eagerly awaited Hu Jintao to visit the consulate, use the bathroom, and let out a scream of “Nooooooooo!’ as he discovers there is no toilet paper left (actually, if this had happened, I could die happy).
Afterwards, after some vacillation, mother decides to take a cab to Chinatown. If you’re not a Cantonese-speaking Asian, you might feel out of place in this area. To a Mandarin-speaking guy like me, it appears that there are thousands of Hong Kong immigrants yelling at each other in the street about fish. SharpICE tells me that what they’re probably yelling is “Buy my fish or DIE!” I assume he’s just kidding, because he’s lived in the NYC Chinatown for years and is a Cantonese speaker. But still… I avoid the fish markets.
Upon reaching Chinatown, the first matter of business is to wander through the streets searching for Joe’s Shanghai restaurant, which serves some pretty darn good soup dumplings, a dish you can’t get in Pennsylvania (well, at least not good ones). When I reached the restaurant, the employees told me that the restaurant was experiencing difficulties with their water supply and were thus closed for business… as they were drinking glasses of ice water…???
Anyhow, they directed us to the restaurant next door, which was also owned by “Joe.” Only a Chinese person would have the brilliance of opening a new restaurant next door to his own. After stuffing my face, I went down to the Elizabeth Center.
Dear goddess, this place has become a dump since I was last there. The last few times, I always managed to find some good stuff, like PVCs and gashapon from Kiminozo and Star Ocean. This time, I was greeted by the largest gathering of Naruto and Full Metal Alchemist merchandise that I have ever seen.
Needless to say, after hours of searching through the piles (literally, they’re not very organized down there) of Naruto junk, I find nothing worth purchasing, except a $100 Belldandy resin kit, which I have no real interest in. That was a disappointing result that I had not expected. To all NYC Chinatown merchants. Stock Belldandii. Take Discover credit cards. You will be amply rewarded.
With this depressing trip almost over, I headed over to the Papaya Dog restaurant, grabbed a mango juice, and boarded the bus for a much-needed nap.
I used to enjoy these trips to NYC. What happened?





