Three of the things you must have to explore San Fran’s Chinatown are an empty stomach, an open mind, and billy goat calves. Although the main drag is relatively flat, all streets leading to it are sloped. Some of the steepest streets in San Francisco trapse through Chinatown. It’s truly a testament to health and longevity to see 70 year old Chinese-American women carrying produce from markets uphill to their apartments, and passing your huffing-and-puffing self.
It had been twenty eight years since I had last been in San Fran’s Chinatown. The last time was my senior year in college with a bunch of friends to the nerdiest of conventions – the American Institute of Chemical Engineers National Convention. The Uni paid for it, or should I say supplemented the balance from what we made from a raffle of gift certificates we solicited from Clifton restaurants like Lenhardt’s, Skyline, and Adriatico’s Pizza. All of us poor students saw it as a free vacation and we had a blast.
This time my visit was the front bookend to a wine weekend in Sonoma, Napa, and the Russian River. Staying in Oakland the first day of the trip, we took the ferry to San Francisco and walked from the wharf up to the steep hills of Chinatown. San Fran’s and NYC’s Chinatowns are the most famous of the many in the U.S. But San Fran’s is the oldest, having been founded in 1848. The Chinese immigrants who founded it came during the height of the Gold Rush to provide cheap labor for the Trans-Continental Pacific Railroad. Then when the Panic of 1873 was blamed on the Chinese immigrant community, their Chinatown communities became strengthened as they banded together to lend support to each other. Its not so different than the last several years of anti-Asian violence throughout America, instigated by tropes of our former crazy Executive in Chief.
The Transcontinental Railroad had been one of my grade school history projects, but I had not commented on how the railroad gave us Chinatowns and later Chinese food that are now ingrained in American culture. The hotel where John Wilkes Booth stayed before murdering President Lincoln is now a Chinese restaurant in D.C.’s Chinatown.
So, I was excited to dive in and explore the food and culture of this wonderful neighborhood. In addition to the food, I love the décor and architecture. The Dragon Gate at its entrance beckons travelers to explore the exotic borough. Banks look like Buddhist and Shinto temples, with gold decorated carved columns and pagoda roofs. On the main drag are row after row of red Chinese lanterns that drape across the street. And, there are beautiful metal dragon electric streetlights. Dispersed throughout painted on buildings are fantastic murals promoting the culture of Chinatown.
One of the first ‘exotic’ Asian dishes the Chinese brought to America was chop suey. It was actually an adaptation of a common dish of stir fried meat and veggies served in a sauce. When the Cantonese immigration in the 1880s brought small immigrant communities to Midwest cities like Cincinnati, their Chop Suey houses were usually placed in alleyways in the not-so-nice poorer neighborhoods of the cities. It wasn’t until Chinese immigrant restauranteurs like Cincinnati’s Wong Yie saw the potential of their ‘exotic’ food and atmosphere and amped it up, giving Americans the new experience they were seeking. And then even later when Trader Vic made Crab Rangoon and tiki culture popular, the modern American Chinese restaurant that we’re familiar with today, was born.
There are so many tea shops and noodle or dumpling places in Chinatown, it’s hard not to stumble into one. And any of them are fantastic. Two of our goals for this immersion were to find the Chinese bakeries and sample some sweets, and to House of Xian Dumplings, which apparently has a huge cult following.
On the way, we stopped in several tea shops, one of which specialized in dried sea cucumber. That shop must have had tens of thousands in large glass pickle jars lining every square inch of shelf space. Although the sea cucumber is considered the highest of delicacies in China, I’ve had it at a banquet for Chinese customers of mine, and the texture and flavor are not for me!
We found the oldest Chinese bakery in the hood, called Eastern Bakery, which was opened in 1924 by the Lee family and is now owned by the Orlando Kuan family, who opened Golden Gate Bakery in Chinatown in 1976. They only take cash, and have a variety of specialty items. The first that they promote are the Dan Tat or the sweet custard tarts with the nearly neon yellow-orange filling. Second is their sweet sesame ball with black bean filling. The third dish is their lotus moon cake with lotus paste made in house. And finally, is probably their most famous item, a crunchy cookie branded Smackles, which are called Ngo Yi in Chinese, which translates to Cow Ears. They’re a super crispy slightly savory cookie that would most certainly go well with any green or plum tea you can find in any Chinatown tea shop. Another signature dish is their Coffee Crumble cake, which descends from another famous San Fran bakery icon, Blums, which is also where Cincinnati’s Mecklenburg Mocha Cream pie hails from.
Also, infiltrating Chinatown is a street food dessert from Hong Kong called either egg waffles or egg puffs, depending on which place you choose to eat them. They’re sheets of sweet waffle/crepe batter that look like oversized bubble wrap and come with a scoop of coconut or bandan-flavored ice cream and a scoop of sweet bean paste.
Finally we found the dumpling place, but decided instead to eat next door at another Chinatown icon, Peter Fang’s House of Nanking, which was packed with outside diners. They have one of the best wonton soups I’d ever had – a yellow creamy broth with a dried shrimp seafoody taste and tender wontons. It’s served in a flame-heated terrine for two or more. We also had to try Mr. Fang’s famous pork belly buns and then the sesame chicken with paper thin sliced sweet potatoes and crunchy Chinese squash. It was all supremely delicious.
We could have had dessert there but instead decided to cross the street to Café Zoetrope, the café in an historic flat iron building at the edge of Chinatown owned by director Francis Ford Coppola. F. F and his wife Eleanor bought the vineyards of Finnish sea captain Gustave Niebaum in Geyersville in Sonoma County in 1975 and started making Francis Ford Coppola wines. Accompanied by the best Italian service and the best limoncello and aperol spritz we dove head first into the best tiramisu I’ve ever had, a fitting, sweet, and boozy end to a great day in Chinatown.