I’m from Vancouver where it’s literally called Hongcouver due to the many Chinese restaurants and eateries around, and I’ve eaten at cheap Chicom places where the “chicken” and “beef” look like they mystery meat. Good thing I have a steel stomach.
Many years ago, I ordered orange chicken with my then GF and the chinese waitress says “Orange Cat”. I said “excuse me?”. Her: “oh no, me joke only heehee”
LOL
Amellican having sirry sense of humors but lovable.
In college, I worked for about 3 weeks at a local sit down Chinese Restaurant. Most of the girls working were Chinese - at night closing duties, we had to vacuum and mop and it was quite arduous. The vacuuming was a lot easier and we all hated mopping.
When divvying up the duties, I offered to flip a coin and let them choose heads or tails to see who would have to mop - when they choose ‘tails’ I would say, “Heads I win, tails you lose”. They would look puzzled and then say, ‘ok’. I never mopped again.
Grew up in Burnaby off Hastings St.
The dive Chinese restaurant across the street occasionally served flounder from Burrard inlet, or so it was said.
A restaurant on Hastings not far from Empire Stadium was actually shut down when the health inspectors found a lot of cat meat in the kitchen.
In the 60s. Good times.