The most important place to me was this Chinese restaurant that got torn down for the new condos on Amsterdam Avenue (right by LaGuardia Arts High School). Whenever I’m home and pass by it, I think about this specific memory. It was when I was four years old and me my mom, dad, and sister all went to dinner there. It was very scary because they had lobster tanks and I remember being really, really fascinated by them and also just being terrified. I don’t really remember what I ate, but I remember it was the first time that my family was actually together (this was before my parents divorce and all the fighting happened). We were sitting at a white cloth table with one of those twisting glass things in the center. I remember the feeling of being carried by my dad over his shoulder into and out of the restaurant.
But it closed down and I’m kind of bitter about it because it was torn down to make room for condos. Like, in a lot of ways, it’s representative of my family being this happy and cohesive unit when I pass by it, it's just buried underneath everything.