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I Grew Up in a Chinese Restaurant

The pandemic has brought back a flood of memories — good, painful, and delicious

On a recent drive to Seattle, I stopped by the Chinatown–International District with a distinct craving for beef noodle soup. I’d been dreaming about the hand-cut noodles and the rich, almost medicinal broth. These days, we’re all in need of more comfort. Walking around, I…