There was a rustling at the end of the room, where, eyes flashing angrily, a golden phoenix squared off against a golden dragon. Suddenly, a door swung open and a waiter appeared, bearing an orange pumpkin on a silver tray. Weaving between families massed around large tables, he approached. Like the phantom horseman of Sleepy Hollow doffing his pumpkin head, the waiter set the dish down with a dramatic flourish. Then, kung fu-style, he slashed it with a few deft downstrokes. As the slices fell, beef short ribs cascaded out on a... More >>>