You're Making It Even Harder for White People

There's a fantastic Thai restaurant in nearby Woodside that the missus and I like to frequent from time to time. It's called Sripraiphai, and although I may have that spelling just a little bit off, it is seriously good. In fact, a friend says a Thai man in our neighborhood called it the best Thai food outside of Thailand. It's good enough that I'm prepared to believe him.

So when the missus, the big sis, and I had leftovers from our meal at Sripraiphai the other night, you better believe I was psyched as all hell to take that shit for lunch.

When I opened the to-go bag, I noticed one of those foil bags housing one of our leftover items. It said, "Good Chinese Food" on the front.

It's no secret that we white people have a hell of a time distinguishing amongst our Asian brothers and sisters. I feel like I've gotten pretty good at it, having lived in a city with a vibrant and diverse Asian population for quite a few years now, but I'm also not so confident in my abilities that I use a term more specific than "Asian" if ethnicity is relevant to my character description.

The Asian foods, on the other hand, are quite easy to distinguish, at least how they're presented in their American forms. But this "Good Chinese Food" bag really threw me for a loop.

What if my favorite Thai restaurant is actually Chinese? Now that would be inscrutable.