Thank you many times over for you kind and witty note. I had given up on my blog and thus hadn’t checked recently for any correspondence. Wong’s Granddaughter! My apologies for the late response. His quartets were like Xee Yoo’s fried rice. There is a reason why no one plays his stuff.” And on and on. “Ditters von Dittersdorf…how could you? This will be miserable music. I have long since apologized for how I behaved that night. Many years ago a friend came to a chamber music party mistakenly bringing, instead of the Haydn we had planned to play, an edition of the complete string quartets of Karl Ditters von Dittersdorf. This restaurant (and my initial unfounded attitude to it) reminds me of an embarrassing incident from my musical past. The first forkful of this dish at Xee Yoo conjured up the ghost of the New China’s propriator, Mr Herbert Wong, and memories of the restaurant’s velveteen and tasseled menu that seemed, to my ten-year-old eyes, to be an artifact from Marco Polo’s luggage: For many years I have been searching for a reputable version of the type of Americanized fried rice I grew up with (in the mid 60’s) at the long-gone New China Cafe on Colfax Avenue and Clarkson Street in Denver. I entered with arrogant trepidation as it turned out, such an attitude was uncalled for. But then again, Milwaukee’s culinary scene has its surprises.
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