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A Message From the Tri-Chairs Welcome to the 18th Asian Pacific American Heritage Week (APAHW)! We are honored to present to you a week filled with cultural pride for the accomplishments, diversity and unity of the Asian American community at Penn, and invite you to join us. For both old and new members of the community, we are excited to welcome you and show you what we have to offer this year. We are extremely proud to present the theme of this year’s APAHW, “Dig deep, Branch out,” which symbolizes the marriage between the past and the future. It is especially meaningful this year as we celebrate the 10th year anniversary of the founding of the Pan-Asian American Community House (PAACH), the cultural hub on campus for Asian Pacific American (APA) students. We all come from different backgrounds and have different dreams. We use the stories and the inspirations from those who came before to try and shape our lives in the years to come. For us, APAHW is an opportunity to come together as a campus and reflect on our shared experiences, to celebrate the triumphs and learn from hardships. We take from this week a sense of achievement and duty to improve and grow, to reach out as far as we can and be the best we can be. And now, we are excited to welcome you to join us. No matter your race, ethnicity, or age, we invite you to come out and share with us this great week! We want to add a quick thank you to those who have helped make our incredible line-up of programs possible; we couldn’t have done it without you! To our board of twenty-two amazing students and our advisors at the Pan-Asian American Community House: thank you all for your hard work, patience, enthusiasm and dedication. Together we have built something great, and now it’s showtime! Have a fantastic week; we hope to see you out there! Sincerely, Joanna Wu, Jenny Fan, and Yincheng (Peter) Cai APAHW Executive Tri-Chairs

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Harmandir Sahib (Golden Temple) in Amritsar, Punjab, India Photo courtesy of Michelle Lee

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A Luncheon for Two By Anthony Tran

The whistling of a tea kettle transformed into a shrill scream as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. Sitting up on the couch, the room came back into focus. I had fallen asleep. Slowly from the kitchen emerged my grandmother. Her hair, curling in every direction, turned into metallic wires underneath the fluorescent lamp. In her hands, she clutched the earthenware tea kettle, delicately tipping its spout into two cups. My mother had dropped me off at my grandmother’s apartment an hour before. An early autumn day, the leaves powdered with rouge tenderly blew in the wind. I spun myself in a patent leather office chair, one hand on an arm rest and the other on the TV remote. After switching on the television, sounds of cartoon laughter lit up the darkened living room. This apartment had become my second home. While my sister attended school and my parents went to work, I stayed with my grandmother like my sister and older cousins had before. The whistle of the tea kettle tore me from my dreams. My grandmother had emerged from her bedroom, beginning the morning routine I had seen dozens of times before. Almost ceremoniously, she clutched the kettle in her hands. Wrinkles carved fjords into her palms as she grasped two cups and gently poured the tea. She carried one of the cups to the ancestral altar, placing it in front of a picture of my grandfather while lighting a stick of incense. She spoke to me and at first, I could not understand. “Turn the television down,” she whispered in Chinese, but a year of watching American cartoons had erased three years of learning my native tongue. She sighed when she noticed my confused look and pointed half-heartedly at the television. Grasping the remote with two hands, I quickly turned it off as she held hers in a silent prayer. While the room filled with the smell of bark and herbs, my grandmother turned on her gas stove. The kitchen, always my grandmother’s domain, was where she showed her magic touch with food. Her hands were precise measuring spoons, determining exact amounts of spice. Having always been surrounded by a large family, she had grown accustomed to cooking extravagant meals. Although now living alone, she still held on to her old cooking routine. I, too, was used to her routine, climbing onto a wooden stool to watch her cook her daily luncheon. In the corner of the kitchen, my grandmother stood with her back to the stove. The light from the blue flames danced across the shiny foil that shielded the cabinets from oil splatter, making the old wood look as if it were draped with wrapping paper. All four burners blazing, she began to prepare a meal to serve 20. Using a butcher’s cleaver the size of my 4-year old arm, she began to cut the different vegetables for her soup. She chopped open two bitter melons, pulling out red flesh as rich as strawberries. She sliced a large lotus root, the holes in the slices giving it the look of Swiss cheese. She ran the blade through a bunch of yu choy, its tiny yellow flowers falling into the sink. Using the same knife, she scraped the gray scales off six fish. With a sizzle, she dropped the fish into a pan full of hot oil. The skin seared and popped as she seasoned each side perfectly with star anise and allspice. In an immense steamer, she carefully placed the plethora of pork buns she had made the day before. Each bun was made according to tradition; all 40 were stuffed with the same spiced pork filling, shitake mushrooms, Chinese sausage, and hardboiled egg. Outside of the kitchen, I placed rainbow-colored trivets onto the vinyl sheet covering the dining table. My grandmother placed the dishes in a symmetrical as if to satisfy the imaginary lunch guests; each side of the table had equal access to the fish and the soup. I helped her stack the steamed buns into a tower that sat in the middle of this arrangement, a snow white mountain in the middle of brown and green hills of food. I sat down at one of the chairs while she filled my glass bowl with congee, a thick porridge-like rice soup, and pieces of fish. We ate in silence, the sound of chopsticks against glass ringing in my ear. However, I could tell that she was satisfied. Her eyes, the color of sandalwood, formed a hidden smile as she saw me bite into my third bun. She asked me, “Good?” which was one of the only English words she knew. I nodded and smiled yes as she poured two more cups of hot tea.

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Hapa Diaries: The Pull of Two Cultures By Susan Hirai

I am hapa. With an Asian American father and a Caucasian mother, I am evenly split between two worlds. Rather than a fixed 50/50 percentage, I feel like I’m on a spectrum, constantly shifting back and forth between cultural extremes. The shift isn’t always smooth, either—sometimes my two halves go hand in hand, but just as often, they conflict. I was 11 the first time I realized that the two cultures forming my hapa identity weren’t getting along. My Caucasian grandmother had accompanied me to a Vietnamese-run nail salon so I could get a manicure. Curious as to why my grandmother only stayed around the front desk area the entire half-hour we were inside, I asked her why she didn’t get her nails done as well. As we walked out of the salon, she scoffed, “I don’t trust Asians to do my nails.” After her remark, my shiny pink nails didn’t seem so cute anymore. I just wanted to get out the nail polish remover and scrub away the entire experience. Why was the salon good enough for me, but way beneath her? And if Asians weren’t good enough for her, was I? With my grandmother putting down one of my identities, for the first time I felt like I couldn’t be both Asian American and Caucasian at once—I had to choose a side. As I’ve gotten older, the actual hurt from that experience has long faded. After all, it was only one day out of many. However, it wasn’t the only time I’ve had to make a choice between the two cultures. In comparison to that one-day experience, my drama with religion has lasted my entire life. For me, religion has never been much of a cozy, unifying, family-gathered-round-the-Christmas-tree experience. My mother was raised Jewish; my father Buddhist. Instead of celebrating and appreciating both religious traditions, holidays became a way of pulling us apart. It meant picking one side of the family to spend time with, and not the other. To be honest, I was never sure how to even begin to try to bring the two sides together. I don’t have equal knowledge of both religions (as I was raised Jewish), and there’s not much of a choice now that my dad has adopted certain Jewish beliefs. Sometimes I wish they were more merged, but the traditions in my family have been set. By the time I started college last year, I thought I had finally figured everything out. I knew I wanted to study computer science. I knew I wanted to live in the dorms. I knew I didn’t want to be known as “Asian.” My goal to separate myself from my physical identity failed. My first friends were Asian Americans. The first club meeting I attended was for an Asian American group. I had picked just one side to identify myself with, and I couldn’t figure out a way to be seen as a sum of cultural parts. This was the first time I was living in a place where being of mixed race wasn’t the norm. In my hometown in Hawaii, almost everyone was a mix of cultures. At my college campus, however, it seemed as if everyone was either one thing or another. With no multicultural groups (other than Pan-Asian ones) available to me, I felt the need to figure out one identity to belong to. I’ve found a lot of good friends, and I’m happy with where I am, but I still don’t feel balanced. I want to be known as a mix, as a hapa, not having to pick one side over the other. I am hapa. That sentence is so easy for me to write, but trying to make it describe my life is so much harder. For me, to be hapa is to be balanced between two (or possibly more) cultures. It is a goal to work toward and an adjective to live up to. I can’t say for certain if I’ll ever be able to achieve it, but it has and will influence my identity and life wherever I go from here.

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18th Anniversary, 2010

I saw her hands, and they told me a tragedy, Wrinkles singing the lyrics of a trans-Atlantic journey across 3643 Locust Walk generations. Philadelphia, PA 19104 Tel: (215) 898-8611 | Fax: (215) 573-8783 Knuckles gnarled like the roots of the Tree of Truth, Each ring telling the silent story of the years. This is the tale of an immigrant mother, Education • Parents’ Groups • Advising • Networking • Meeting Spaces • Lactation Room Stained in bleach and washing powder, Laundromat steam creased into the folds of an ancient smile. This is the story of a dream, pressed out of existence, Buried in a land where she cannot recognize street signs or her own daughter’s writing. The lights are dim in our apartment, but her fingers guide the metal blade of the knife like masters, Splitting the days like celery along their veins, onions bursting along the cutting board like men in war, but she does not cry. Those days, I watched her stooped back, all her clothing running into black, Hiding everything from me but her hands, they glowed like gold. I wanted her to teach me about love. Teach me how to sow the diamond seeds of matrimony into the supple earth, Reap the dream of silver princes, flowing wine – the whole white flower baby’s breath affair. I saw it once on a Hallmark card and thought it looked just fine, but instead, She told me when they fled the country they hobbled along with silver-coined shoes until the pustules on their lotus feet burst like firecrackers, She told me how they stuffed diamonds into their cuffs, Timeless emblems of a love chafing against the porcelain column of her neck, Leaving a string of bloody Sakura blossom kisses in their wake. The veins on her hand glow bright when she clenches them, each azure lifeline so clear underneath translucent skin – she’s a jade-blooded woman, tearducts wrung dry. She told me that they called the women of my race the “phoenixes” of the Middle Kingdom, As if in order to rise we must first burn and die a flaming death before we can be anything great. This is the fate of a girl: to die a thousand deaths and be reborn, as if the world never wronged us at all. She told me to be a selfish person, To spin the tales of Scheherzarade To save my own sorry ass in times of trouble Instead of filling my mind with the thoughts of others and their pain – She called me a fool to cry for my country when my family was burning. She wagged the tree bark rough of her fingers, Swinging the glove of pain around and wearing it like a mask – She told me, You stupid girl, this is how you survive The theft of a homeland.


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Happy Asian Pacific American Heritage Week (APAHW) everyone! As Director at the Pan-Asian American Community House (also known as PAACH), located at 3601 Locust Walk in the ARCH Building, I am pleased to once again be a part of this week-long celebration of Asian American culture and community at Penn. For those who do not know, PAACH was the University’s response to students’ needs for a cultural resource center on campus where Asian/Pacific Islander American (APIA) culture could be celebrated. The acronym PAACH was thought of because it sounds like “patch”; the idea the students had was this space would serve as a “patch” for the diversity quilt at Penn. We support all Asian American groups on campus (hence the “Pan” in the title of the center). We serve to advise students and student groups, with a particular focus on students of Asian-American and Pacific Islander heritage. Along with our academic partner, Asian American Studies (headed by Dr. Eiichiro Azuma, their Interim Chair), we seek to increase awareness of research in Asian American studies, culture, history, politics, and social issues. What’s special about this year? PAACH turns 10 this month! Yes indeed, we have come a long way from the student sit-in/rally over 10 years ago, and now we plan to celebrate our 10th Anniversary during Homecoming next weekend! I am just going to use this space to share a bit more about PAACH, particularly for those of you who do not know what an Asian American Resource Center does. PAACH is fortunate to have three full time staff members in the office. Along with myself, Shiella Cervantes serves as our Associate Director and Kusum Soin serves as our Office Coordinator—both have added their reflections on PAACH’s 10th Anniversary in this issue of the Supplement as well. Their unique histories with PAACH will surely make for an interesting read on their thoughts about PAACH turning 10--Kusum has been here since PAACH’s first day back in 1999 and Shiella is not only a Penn graduate (Anthropology/Asian American Studies), but a former frequenter of the space. We are open from 9am-9pm Monday through Thursday, and 9am-5pm on Friday. PAACH’s office space is equipped with three staff offices, a living room area, and a lounge area for students to study, hang out, read, etc. A couple years back, through the generosity of a Penn parent, we become the proud owners of a 42 inch flat screen television, and if you follow us on twitter, you can be updated on what films are being shown throughout the day! We also have a video and textbook library, to help you cut some costs for entertainment and classes—so come check that out too! Our logo reflects how we feel about our space—it is colored brown and yellow to represented our pan-Asian identity, and it’s a little house because we strive to be your home on campus. I have often had difficulty explaining what it is PAACH does—the best way I have found to describe PAACH is that it is a student center for APIA students, and for those interested in promoting APIA awareness. Not only is it a place for you to hang out and meet new people, but we are here to offer support to you in any way that you might need. If you cannot find an answer to your campus question (it can be anything from, “Who do I go to if I want to find sponsorship for my speaker?” to “Does Penn offer tutoring?” to “Are there intramural track teams?”), come see us and we will help point you in the right direction. Basically, we advise on anything and everything across the board—from academics, to extra-curriculars to life in general. We share in our experiences and hope you find us to share yours with us as well. Drop by PAACH to learn more about our programs, chat with us about yourself, or just hang out. We are connected to the student groups on campus which focus on APIA culture, and we are always happy to connect you. Working closely with the Asian Pacific Student Coalition (the umbrella organization for 21 APIA constituent groups), we seek to support this community and empower its leaders and scholars—did you know at last count, there were over 65 Asian/Asian American student groups on this campus??! You can also visit our user friendly website (http:// for more information about upcoming events. We hope you will think of PAACH as a place for you to call home during your tenure at Penn—become a fan of us on facebook! Join us from 3:30-5:30pm on Saturday, October 30th in ARCH to celebrate our 10th Anniversary with all of our current students and alumni from the University of Pennsylvania Asian Alumni Network! Dr. June Y. Chu

How I Accidentally Became Asian American Shiella Cervantes, PAACH Associate Director

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PAACH Over the Years

By Kusum Soin

With PAACH’s 10th Anniversary, I also celebrate my 10 Year Anniversary, having started here as Administrative Assistant way back when the Pan-Asian American Community House (PAACH) was founded. In the last 10 years I have been fortunate to have met lots of amazing students and staff who all come from different parts of world, and I have been so lucky to have had the opportunity to become a part of their life. Although PAACH was “just a job when I started”, staying here I have found it’s become more than that – I have learned (and continue to learn) about myself, I “grew up” with each graduating class, and I opened up as I became exposed to different issues facing Asians in America. We always say that it’s the people who stay with you in a house that you call your family but working at PAACH, I have learned that I have a family beyond my four walls where I live with my husband and children—spending eight hours a day at PAACH, I have found my home away from home. PAACH is one of the happiest places and a second home for me. I look forward to going there every day and admire the students who come to the Center. Before joining PAACH I had no idea about Asian American issues, race, stereotypes, etc. I learned about this at PAACH, listening to what the students were saying, and started reading books. I began to grow and think about these issues, and got the courage to try new things. I started taking clay on wheel classes in Fall of 2008 and I am enjoying this newfound hobby. Students tell me, “Kusum, make a bowl for me!” and I make sure to make it for them—I have even had a bowl delivered to an alumnus in Hawaii! In the past 10 years I have grown, but so has PAACH. Academics at Penn can be stressful. There are lots of concerns: finding a good job, getting good grades, family pressures, midterms, and finals. I have noticed that PAACH staff (especially our Director Dr. June Chu) provide full sport, especially when students are stressed. This is one of the biggest goals we have achieved in these years: that students feel comfortable coming to PAACH staff to talk about difficult issues or life in general. I realized that PAACH staff work ‘round the clock. Shiella Cervantes, our Associate Director, goes to bed around 3:00 AM and Dr. June Chu PAACH wakes up at 3:00AM. It’s really ‘round the clock coverage sometimes! They both receive emails in the middle of the night and they try to be as responsive as they can because we all care about our students, and try to always be there when they need us.

Since I started at Penn as a freshman ten years ago, I haven’t spent more than a couple months away from campus. For nine of those ten years, the Pan-Asian American Community House was the most important place at Penn for me. Freshman year was the exception. The center had just opened that year and I had heard of it, but quite frankly, I didn’t get it. I couldn’t comprehend why people would choose to associate only with other Asian Americans when college was supposed to be about new experiences. I made it a point to distance myself from that community—I didn’t want to be labeled as “just another Asian girl.” Toward the end of my freshman year, one of my friends convinced me to help with the Penn Philippine Association’s annual culture show, and... it was fun. In spite of myself, I started becoming friends with more and more people (who just happened to be Asian American) and before I knew it, I was not only on PPA Board but somehow on the newly formed Pan-Asian Dance Troupe as well. My inclusion into the APA community kind of just happened—I had chosen the people, not necessarily the activities. From there it snowballed into different leadership programs and APAHW Board and I found myself visiting PAACH more and more frequently. And by frequently, I mean every day. PAACH, as well as the other resource centers on campus, was established to help make a large, overwhelming, sometimes impersonal campus feel a little bit smaller, and that’s why it’s kind of hard to explain what PAACH can become to people - it’s based on a feeling. I would go to PAACH every day because it was a place where I came to feel like I belonged – a direct contrast to my freshman year, when I was only concerned with where I thought I didn’t belong. At PAACH, I knew could find support not only from the staff members, but from the other students who were there every day as well. As cliché as it sounds, sometimes you do need a place where everybody knows your name. Penn is full of niches like that and mine was PAACH. That feeling of belonging and the knowledge that I was a part of something bigger than myself is what ended up getting me through college. Because of the Asian Pacific American Leadership Initiative, I started to understand that the Asian American identity encompassed so much more than I had given it credit for. We worked on issues ranging from intergenerational relationships to mental health to recruitment and retention for under-represented ethnic groups. I became an Asian American Studies minor – something I would never have considered freshman year. When we formed a gigantic bid team and won the bid for the 2005 East Coast Asian American Student Union, the energy on campus mirrored my own excitement. Even though I graduated that year and handed the conference over to the next class of APA leaders, I knew that the vibrant APA community would continue after I was gone, and that I had played my part in it. When I eventually came back to the center as Associate Director, I was relieved to see that PAACH still served as a safe place for students on campus, and I feel privileged to have witnessed the growth of the center throughout the years. It was through PAACH that I learned that a feeling of belonging doesn’t have to be confining and that new experiences can be found anywhere, as long as you look at the possibilities with an open mind. I’ve loved my ten years at Penn, even my random first year, as it made me appreciate everything that came after. Yes, even though it all happened accidentally.

Working at PAACH, a student center, makes me feel young. I have started identifying with the needs and life styles of the upcoming generation. It makes me hip! Penn students are great leaders and hard workers, focused on their studies but also knowing that there’s stuff to do outside of class. I enjoy their company and because they are my family, many times I have invited them to my house for a home cooked meal. For the last nine years, I have stood on Locust Walk to watch the Commencement procession. Every year, it’s with pride and sadness to watch so many of my beloved students graduate—but, with the upcoming 10th Anniversary Celebration during Homecoming Weekend, I know I will get the chance to see my entire family again, and celebrate with them.

Some members of the PAACH Family

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Jean’s Top 20 Asian Food Joints in NYC It came of no surprise to me that I was BEGGED SOLICITED to write an entire insert article for the DP Supplement. It was only a few short years ago that I remember being a part of the magic that is APAHW. You know you have arrived in this world when you are asked to be a JUDGE for the Big Asian on Campus competition. I mean...TAKES ONE TO KNOW ONE, right??? Well let’s just say...that particular year I might have had a TINY HUGE crush on a certain contestant and I was convinced that APAHW would bring us CLOSER TOGETHER. OH the years of being a member of the APAHW Board remain to be some of the fondest in my past: getting all dolled up for the charity gala, attending fashion shows, printing flyers on recycled paper at PAACH, what more could you want from one week? I eagerly volunteered to provide artistic direction for DP Supplement...only after I learned my CRUSH was going to be photographed for the front cover. Finally. My chance for some ALONE TIME with my beloved...and a photographer in tow to document the whole afternoon. *BLISS* As I was daydreaming about my outfit and what font we might want to use for our Save the Dates (wasn’t gonna pass up free photographer time!!)...I became RUDELY INTERRUPTED with the knowledge that a leading lady would be co-starring beside him. BLAST! I thought to myself. I must find a way to sabatoge this woman. So I led them through Rittenhouse Square on a rainy day...convinced my female opponent to jump and skip through puddles...encouraged her to stand on high, unsafe marble fountain platforms...tried to shoot her from unflattering angles... but NOTHING. Every picture turned out amazing and I was left with nothing but gorgeous pictures of the Big Asian man and woman on Campus that I would then have to stare at for an ensuing numbers hours as I laid out the front cover using Adobe InDesign...and then also be plagued by as thousands of copies were distributed across campus. I know you all must be wondering what HAPPEN-ED!!!!!!! Years later, my CRUSH has a GIRLFRIEND. But it’s not me. I’m over it. My raging jealousy has subsided but I have since replaced my love for my crush with FOOD. Because, YOU KNOW WHAT!??! Food can never turn you down. YEA, LAUGH IT UP. Sure, you could say I am an emotional eater - DONT JUDGE ME. I ran away to New York (only to have my CRUSH stalk me move to the same city the following year - I mean, REALLY, WHAT ARE THE CHANCES!?!?!?) and threw my efforts into discovering the best food New York has to offer. Thanks to my suffering, I have been able to compile a list of my Top 20 Favorite Asian Foodie Joints in NYC (and no, it’s not going to be your run of the mill Momofuku, Morimoto, Asia de Cuba, Buddakan bullcrap) - YOU’RE WELCOME, HI HATERS:





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CHINATOWN VANESSA’S DUMPLING HOUSE - 118 Eldridge St. (btwn Grand St. and Broome St.) Serving up some of the cheapest dumplings around town and, unlike many other jiaozi joints, Vanessa’s offers SEATING. CONGEE VILLAGE - 100 Allen St. Come here for some seriously authentic congee soup and other well-preparedChinese dishes. HUSH HUSH JAPANESE SOTO - 357 6th Ave. High quality, beautifully executed, and unique sushi in an unmarked location. Try the sea cucumber intestine and definitely don’t miss out on their toro tartare! BOHEMIAN - address undisclosed Secret Japanese restaurant hidden behind a small meat market. Phone number and location is unknown unless you 1) plead your case via email or 2) get their reservation number from a person who has diner there before.   ASIAN SANDWICHES


NUM PANG - 21 E. 12th St. (btwn 5th Ave. and University Pl.) Gourmet sandwiches made with a variety of meats, fish, and veggies prepared with an Asian twist…but the real win is the bread. SAIGON BANH MI SO 1 - 198 Grand St. (btwn Mulberry St. and Mott St.) Authentic Vietnamese sandwich shop – cheaper, fresher, and 100X better than Subway. Notably vegetarian friendly!!

NON-SUSHI JAPANESE ROBATAYA - 231 E. 9th St. (btwn Stuyvesant St. and 2nd Ave.) Traditional robotayaki style dishes (all meats and veggies grilled on an open hearth) in a cool setting. YAKITORI TOTTO - 251 W. 55th St. (btwn Broadway and 8th Ave.) Japanese street food at its best. Order your favorite sections of a chicken on a grilled skewer (heart, gizzard, liver, thigh?).

TAIWANESE PRIDE BAOHAUS - 137 Rivington St. (btwn Norfolk St. and Suffolk St.) Taiwanese street food shop serving up meat and veggie-filled steamed bun sandwiches. Do not miss their Sweet Bao Fries – fried strips of mantou bun drizzled with condensed milk and black sesame. XIAO YE - 198 Orchard St. (btwn Stanton St. and Houston St.) The same owners of Baohaus bring a restaurant serving excellent, traditional homestyle Taiwanese food.

Bon Appétit at Penn Dining supports Asian Pacific American Heritage Week. Join us at Houston Market for  an Asian Pacific inspired menu.  During the week of October 18th, stop by our  Hemisphere station and enjoy: Pan­seared salmon with a teriyaki glaze served  with jasmine rice and stir­fried vegetables !"!"!"!"! Thai chili chicken served with vegetable fried rice  and fresh steamed broccoli spears !"!"!"!"! Yaki Soba noodles and vegetables Visit for for information.

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KOREA-TOWN KUN JIP - 9 W. 32nd St. (btwn 5th Ave. & Broadway) This is where all the Penn kids hang out after 4am after a night out. No joke. One of the best Korean restaurants on the K-town strip. HANGAWI - 12 E. 32nd St. (btwn 5th Ave. & Madison) Have a zen experience in a vegetarian Korean restaurant. Take off your shoes at the door and let your legs dangle in their traditional recessed seating. Even ask to ring the gong! KORYODANG - 31 W. 32nd St. (btwn 5th Ave. & Broadway) Cute Korean bakery serving up yummy patbingsu shaved ice topped with mochi, red bean, fruit, and ice cream!!! ASIAN FUSION ZENGO - 622 3rd Ave. (btwn 40th St. and 41st St.) Latin-Asian restaurant serving up the best rock shrimp lettuce wraps I have ever had. DOUBLE CROWN - 316 Bowery St What came of the British Empire’s influence in Southeast Asia. Delicious food, even more delicious atmosphere.


FATTY CRAB - 642 Hudson St. (btwn Gansevoort St. and Horatio St.); multiple locations Do not be afraid to use your hands at this Malaysian inspired restaurant! Forget your table manners as you dig into a bowl of Chili Crab.

SOUTHEAST ASIAN SURYA - 302 Bleecker St. (btwn Barrow St. and Grove St.) Indian joint in West Village where you can often spot celebrities!! Plus, the food is great. TAMARIND - 99 Hudston St. (btwn Leonard St. and Franklin St.); mulitple locations Fancy Indian food. It exists, and it’s excellent!!


BALLER SHOT CALLER PHILLIPE/MR. CHOW2/TAO/NOBU - 33 E. 60th St./324 E. 57th St./42 E. 58th St./105 Hudson St. To quote Jay Z, “How many times can I go to Mr. Chow’s, Tao, Nobu?” I am clumping all of these uppity restaurants together because the food is good but people go more for the scene.   All of the above listed places are reviewed in my food blog, www. - feel free to check it out for more information and other restaurant recommendations.

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East Asian House Residential Program, for helping us secure space Sangam, for co-facilitating Spotlight discussion PAACH Haru Penn Dining Il Portico Chipotle Jimmy Johns Kiwi Jean Madeline Aveda Institute Sang Kee ASAM Africana Studies Political Science African-American Resource Center

2010 APAHW DP Supplement  

2010 APAHW DP Supplement

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