Happy Family

The takeout place is still only a window.
No one's allowed in to sit at oilcloth-
covered tables. You can see the owners 
in the kitchen, plunging the fry baskets into hot
oil,  lifting them out and tipping wings
into a plastic box. The girl takes your card
and asks Soy sauce, duck sauce? It's 
the usual cornstarch-dredged pieces
of chicken with a smattering of sesame
seeds; rice or noodles on the side. 
"Happy Family" is still on the menu: 
that dish with three kinds of meat 
smothered in some kind of brown sauce, 
a chaos of vegetables seared in the pan.

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