You: Asian. Glasses. 5’8. Stood in line behind me at Golden Gate Bakery in San Francisco for over an hour. You mentioned Tekka Sushi, which I just absolutely adore, to the gal who was with you so I chimed in to pass time. She might have wanted to claw my eyes out for talking to you. I may or may not have continued the conversation just to push her buttons.
Me: Asian. 5’2. And apparently an idiot. After waiting in line for over an hour and finally entering the cash-only bakery, I realized that I only had $12 in my wallet. One moon cake at this ridiculous place was $8. I was on the verge of a meltdown when you gallantly came to my rescue with a $20 bill.
P.S. I had no makeup on that day. I swear I’m a different person with eyeliner on. Not to toot my own horn, but if you take off your glasses and squint a little I look exactly like Jessica Alba.
No really, Ray (that is your name right?), we may not be serendipitous soul mates, but if you’re out there somewhere, respond to the e-mail I sent you, so I can pay you back!
Honestly, I don’t even know why I stood in that dreadful line at the bakery because I absolutely hated moon cakes as a child and have stayed away from them ever since. The line was only exacerbated by the fact that Mid-Autumn Festival was coming up this weekend, and China Town was overflowing with festivities. For those not privy to Chinese holidays, Mid-Autumn Festival is a big deal. Back home in Taiwan, my parents, my little sister, and our whole extended family are probably BBQing, eating moon cakes, peeling pomelos, and moon gazing together. Gifting beautifully designed boxes of moon cakes to friends and family was common, stealthily re-gifting these boxes was also not uncommon.
Out of nostalgia, I decided to give moon cakes another try. The fact that I just happened to be a few blocks away from the ever-so-popular Golden Gate Bakery that day gave me another reason to swing by. Little did I know I would trigger a whole string of events that resembled a Craigslist missed connections ad.
I tried the taro, the white lotus seed, and the coconut mixed nuts moon cakes, the last being my favorite flavor out of all three. Let’s just say that the moon cakes from Golden Gate Bakery were good for what they were (I still don’t have a taste for moon cakes in general), but definitely not worth standing in line for over an hour or the embarrassment of borrowing $20 from a complete stranger. Let’s just stick to the egg tarts shall we?