Congee, with Hong

Occasionally we will walk into one of our usual Chinatown spots and feel as if we were no longer in the States. There is a particular confluence of sights, sounds and smells that transports us instantly to Asia. No English was being spoken at Congee today and the waitress was being especially obtuse. Though she did apologize, with a smile, for bringing the wrong dish, which is when we knew we were in America.
Congee, 98 Bowery, NY, NY 10013 (above Hester)