I grew up watching Bonanza and when sailors, in their white uniforms, strolled the streets of San Francisco’s Chinatown. The Chinese restaurants had private booth rooms with glass hanging beaded curtains that would sparkle and glimmer from the low hung Chinese lantern lights. I loved walking through the beads, feeling the glass against my skin and listening to their pinging. The smell of sweet and sour, fried and seafood wafted the air. The Hop Sing Palace in Folsom reawakened those memories for me.
Here is a link to my sister’s Flickr photos of HopSing.
Enjoy your week!