Han Chiang on the line. Photograph by Gene Smirnov.
Everyone who walked through the door on the night of the first-ever meeting of Han Chiang’s Kung Fu Cooking Club was handed a release. It was a single page, full of somewhat slapdash legalese, but the best part was toward the bottom:
“I acknowledge that Han says crazy shit. I will not be offended by what Han says. I agree not to sue Han for whatever crazy shit he says. This is America, you can say what you want. It’s the first fucking amendment!!”
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Han Chiang is a good guy. He’s one of those guys who, if we didn’t have him (and his Han Dynasty restaurants, but mostly him) here, in our restaurant scene, we’d be pissed that someone else had him. He’s a minor legend in the dining room. Is known for saying some really odd things (like when he claimed he was going to open a hundred Han Dynasties across the country in four years). And he’s got one of those social media presences that you just have to pay attention to because, sometimes, the attention pays off.
Like today. When he announced, apropos of nothing (or maybe of just the mood in the room, the city, the nation), that he was going to be starting “Han’s Kung Fu Cooking Club”–the stated goal of which is to have Han teach you how to cook while everyone hangs out watching his favorite Kung Fu movies.
Oh, but wait. It gets weirder.
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