Sic transit gloria mundi

It’s a wonder that Great Wall (which should have been called Hole-In-the-Wall) survived as long as it did. Whatever its merits, which to me were few, as one could get better bad Chinese food a block or so south, at Fortune Garden, it did bring a bit of Olde Chinatown to the Heights.

Ah, the small of overused cooking oil; the eat-in amenity of what was, after all, a take-out joint; the dubious cleanliness even after an inspection A was awarded. It was, finally…authentic. And authenticity is something one doesn’t always find in our nabe, unless one counts authentic money-grubbing, see Gougestedes.

Now fixed. I go there, too.