Unlike Mr. Trilllin, I’ve never tried to sort out Chinese dialects to parse the menu in my one local Chinese place. I read a lot. In the New Yorker over the last decade these names appeared as reporters/writers - among others from just about every ethnic group. Any of these Chinese? Zha Jianjing, Chang-Rae Lee, Hua H…

Amy Tan? ever read her stuff? or David H. Hwang? Frank Chin? Eric Liu? These are just the past couple of decades stars - big sellers among people who read literature or plays or go to the movies. Get a grip. Cream rises.

NO. There is nothing racist about chasing the next niche flavor and finding that there’s yet another. It’s a joke.

Okay, we’ll explain it again. It’s about the entire food thing, a light hearted musing on the angst (not real angst) involved in keeping w/ the next new trend in ANY FUCKING FOOD ARENA. It could’ve been the new Bagel fad, the Southern food or barbecue wars..... But, since there are and always have been a zillion…

Dear, dear, Splits. Sorry about the rejection slips and returned manuscripts.

His palate is more refined, honey, than yours will ever hope to be. This is a man who has friends provide translations of the signs in Chinese restaurants so he won’t miss one new delicacy. You and the Amelia Bedelia school of literalism-bloggers appear to lack nuance on several levels.

Bingo - it’d have to be racism first in order to be ‘ironic racism’.

You do know that among his best friends was a linquist who translated Chinese menus for him? That his wife taught univ. students for whom Chinese was their first language? How did you not develop a sense of humor or any understanding of what actually is the object of this witty satirical doggerel? What a group of dull…

When you’ve covered as many serious events and issues in a six decade career, eaten in as many restaurants and in as many countries, achieved a level of wit, gravitas, literacy.... they you get to be sooooo wrong about this wonderfully quirky paean to competitive foodie culture. Easy to tap out drivel from the…

Honey, you do know that Mr. Trillin LOVES Chinese food? Has said he’d never leave NYCity because of the thousand of Chinese restaurants? That, unlike his serious reporting on race and politics, his food columns and ‘poem’s are funny, literate, and a diversion from the trials and tribulations of life via his love of…

It isn’t ironic racism. It’s satire with no hint of racism. The man loves bean curd. Cries when his favorite bagel shop closes. Engages in debates over barbecue. When he laughs at foodies who are frantic if they’ve missed the newest or best Chinese kitchen, he’s laughing at himself.

Not too worry. Mr. Trillin’s critics display little diversity, less literacy, and zero complexity. If they had one iota of any of the above, they’d know this is an ode to the food he loves the most. If you’ve lived in and love a city with a thousand Chinese restaurants, tried to crack the code, find the perfect fried…

Angry Asian Man ought to celebrate Chinese cuisine the way Mr Trillin has for 5 or 6 decades, cover politics and culture, travel, do some research, before he writes. You’re not all always going to be in 6th grade. Someday you’ll know that Bud Trillin’s hero (well, one of his heroes) was a guy who carried a note in his…

Have you ever read Mr. Trillin’s work? His serious reporting over 50 years on race relations, politics? His equally passionate writing about food (with himself mostly the object of his humor?) He’s a man who write’s about the quest for the prefect.... any bit of food, in any place.

Wow. Calvin Trillin once wrote “Why would anyone want to move away from a city that has a thousand Chinese restaurants”. His late, much loved wife Alice taught English to many native Chinese speakers. He once suggested that she assign the task of translating the characters over pictures of dishes hanging in his dozen…