I decided to visit china town once to spend my lunch time there. Looking for a cheap restaurant, I strode in a leisure pace along the sidewalk peeking on the displayed menu, and browsing intently on the price assigned to each food list, worried least on the dish that I’d put inside my stomach than the cost of it. I was looking for a price that would not hurt my pocket much. The aroma of distinctively oriental floated in the air. There were scents and flavors of herbs and spices that the local Chinese cooks and chefs used in their food concoction. I seldom encounter such variety of eastern flavors, and today it was flooding my nostrils with different kinds and types that my stomach seemed to be pestering me to enter an eatery, take a menu, order a food, and eat my meal. I was inclined to do
