The Chinese place at home sells
cell phone covers and earrings
alongside crab rangoon, sesame chicken, and egg rolls.
They always play a mix of contemporary light rock and instrumentals of early 90s pop songs.
Six tables line the walls of the space that used to be our Subway. Sometimes you can catch a whiff of freshly baked bread in the bathrooms, but mostly it's MSG-infused teriyaki and lo mein.
If you go on a Saturday afternoon, expect to have the place to yourself.
Share an order of high school nostalgia with old friends-the time you ordered takeout from your Econ classroom-and enjoy a heavy side of food coma.
Don't forget to grab a fortune cookie, which will most likely suggest that you 'Travel light on the Journey of Life.'