Rebecca Taras | November 8, 2011 8:00 am
I've been going to Chicago's Chinatown since I was little. My brother and I never got sick of the mocktails and "surprise" packages in one of the little hole in the wall shops — even if the contents were only garage sale type items like an oriental fan, back scratcher, and out-of-date calendar (for real). As an adult, those mocktails turned into Mai-Tais and my curiosity was more for the different restos than my beloved fan.
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