Category: Field Visits

A Trip down Mott Street(Field Note#1)

After researching Chinatown, I realized that there was one common theme; Mott Street. Mott Street, for me, is a shopping street. Large stands with designer knockoff bags, electronics, scarves, gloves, and other souvenirs.  In my first trip to Chinatown, I mostly saw fruit sellers, fishmongers and butchers. This area is where you allow your culinary imagination to run wild.  On certain blocks, open fish markets are extremely lively. Auctioning off the freshest catches create lots of discussions over pricing. An elderly woman who ran a certain fruit stand on Mott Street gave me a dragon fruit to  try. It has a pretty sweet flavor and lots of health benefits. They also had red dragon or pink dragon; with the pink being more tangy as opposed to the sweeter red dragon fruit.

South of Canal Street are more restaurants and small specialty shops with antiques, dresses, housewares, and items for cooking. A few of the dim sum restaurants , I’ve been told by friends, are on par with any in Hong Kong. Most stick with the shrimp and beef dumplings, but others will start off with marinated chicken feet and chicken tripe.

Mott Street also contains the Original Chinatown Ice Cream Factory.  With over forty exotic flavors, you can always find something new to try. Its extremely experimental with new flavors appearing every few months. The shop is usually packed but certain days you can go straight from the line they also have flavors that are favored by Americans, such as chocolate, vanilla, Oreos, cookies and cream etc. It is pricey, mostly because of its type in the media. But it never disappoints.  For over 30 years, this family ice cream shop has been serving their homemade ice cream from Chinatown.

Mott St  is Chinatown’s unofficial Main Street. It runs from Chatham in the south to Bleecker Street in the north. Mott Street has existed in this way  since the mid 18th century. Mott Street feels like it was built around natural landscapes rather than running through or over them.  One interesting featuring of Chinatown and ethnic enclaves in general, are their proximity to each other.  Mott Street north of Canal Street was historically part of Little Italy. It is now predominately Chinese. This section of Mott Street between roughly Canal and Broome Streets has a number of Chinese- owned fish and vegetable markets, as well as some remaining Italian businesses. Regardless, Mott street is an important fixture in how Chinatown functions.

 

The Tourist Experience(Field Note #2)

During my second traipse through Chinatown, I wanted to get the true tourist experience. Many tour guides have all of the hotspots to get the “Chinatown Experience” and I intended to go all the way through. I started with the Manhattan House of Detention. Because the building was built to resemble an Egyptian mausoleum, the jail came to be called “The Tombs”. The original building was torn down and eventually a new modern Manhattan House of Detention was erected. It is still referred to as “the Tombs” by attorneys and prosecutors today.

 

After some time walking, I arrived at Columbus Park.

Many elderly Chinese people come to play cards and mahjong there.  During busy hours, you’re more likely to hear musicians singing traditional Chinese songs and playing lutes. Early in the mornings you may even spot a group of people doing tai-chi. The area where the park stands now and the surrounding streets was known as Five Points, an infamous, crime-ridden slum depicted in the book and movie Gangs of New York.  Using the map provided to me by a guide, I arrived at the Church of the Transfiguration (at the corner of Mosco and Mott Sts.).

This multi-denominational, multi-lingual church has served immigrants here for more than two centuries. The building was erected in 1801 by a Lutheran congregation. The church is still Roman Catholic but its congregation is mainly Chinese making it one of the largest Chinese Roman Catholic congregation in the Western world.  Sermons are held in English as well as two dialects of Chinese, Mandarin and Cantonese.

 

Aji Ichiban Candy Store 37 Mott Street

Despite the Japanese name, this Chinese chain of candy stores sells hundreds of kinds of Asian and Western candies and dried fruits, nuts, jerky, seafood and a fabulous selection of all things gummy! There are small sample dishes next to most items – I would ecommend you sample the pre-served rose petal, a wasabi peanut and the candied baby-crab.

Pell Street

This narrow colorful street, lined with 100 year old brick tenement apartment buildings, small storefronts and awnings and flags with Chinese writing is a favorite locale among photographers and filmmakers, as no street more than Pell screams out “This is Chinatown!”  Due to the numerous barber shops and hair salons, locals sometimes refer to Pell Street as ‘Barbershop Alley’. By the early 20th century, like many of the smaller streets branching off of Mott Street, Pell Street had its share of vice in the form of brothels, gambling houses, gang hideouts and opium dens, two of which were located at 11 and 13 Pell.

Shearith Israel Cemetery

This small, hardly noticeable sliver of land is the oldest cemetery in New York, dating back to 1683. At that time, this area was outside the boundaries of New York proper and thus suitable for a graveyard. Spanish and Portuguese Jews were the original founders of the Shearith Israel congregation, the only one in New York for nearly 200 years until 1825.  Though you cannot enter this tiny cemetery, you can see some headstones with Hebrew writing. This is one of the very few pre-colonial sites left in the city yet most New Yorkers have never heard of it. It is a treasure of history tucked away and should not be missed.

 

The Tale of Two Chinatowns

Coming up out of the Canal Street subway station is an ordeal. After jostling with jaded New Yorkers on the train, you find yourself in what I like to call the “tourist trap”. On your right is a girl in a sundress and a floppy straw hat. She’s in New York with her best friend, who dresses identically. On your left is a Brazilian couple (But you’re not sure; you’re terrible with languages), which continues to pour over a subway map long after leaving the train car. And in front of you is the mother of all tourists: the midwestern family. The mother has at least 8 water bottles strapped to different parts of her body. She’s a hydration machine. The father has a baseball cap, white New Balances, cargo shorts and a camera on a strap around his neck. The kids are sunburnt, sweaty. They’re fighting. Try as you might, you cannot escape this posse, slowly strolling as they gaze with wonder at the gritty authenticity of the Manhattan Underground.
You weren’t ready for this. You never are. But when you emerge from the station, dancing with impatience behind the hydration machine and the very daddish dad, you realize that the neighborhood is. The first thing you see is a gift shop. Next door, there’s another. And next to that, there’s a restaurant advertising all you can eat buffet dinners for the low price of $14.99. This place is a tourist heaven. Everyone in the family can get an “I *heart* NY” tee shirt, a keychain, a fan with a vaguely Chinese pattern, sunglasses, fake jewelry, toys, and millions of other things, then skip on over for a New York Chinese dinner. It’s a perfect set up.
It would be wrong for me to report that the only businesses in Manhattan Chinatown are gift shops and restaurants. There are, of course, vegetable markets, doctors’ offices, tutoring classrooms, herbal shops, and many other places that make it possible for those who live there to survive. However, the majority of these “everyday” stops are on the side streets, removed from the hoards that pour out of the train stations. The businesses that survive on the major streets are ones that cater to tourists: professional shoppers. Further down, towards the Manhattan Bridge entrance, there are a slew of jewelry shops, offering everything from jade statues to engagement rings. Situated along Bowery, this is a perfect mall of expensive souvenirs.
After the gift shops and restaurants of Canal Street, nothing is more shocking than the humble, but bustling economy of the Chinatown in Brooklyn’s Sunset Park. A walk from 68th to 55th Street along this packed avenue reveals a consistent pattern of three sorts of stores: fish and meat markets, vegetable stores, and bakeries. Also strown among these thriving businesses are herbal remedy pharmacies, clothing boutiques, and cosmetic shops. Every single one of these businesses is full, and the crowds are no less intimidating that those in Manhattan, but unlike those diverse masses, the only languages audible are Chinese dialects. During my entire visit, I only came across three people who weren’t Chinese. This Chinatown is full of its own residents — it is a place to live, not a place to visit. The shops do not clean themselves up to become Insta-worthy for visitor. There are goods in cardboard boxes, food on plastic tables and even live fish in styrofoam bins (one of which escaped and briefly flopped on the sidewalk for a few glorious seconds before he was unceremoniously thrown back in). The stuff is cheap. Money flows around at lightning speed as grandmothers buy hunks of beef for dinner, school kids grab some cookies on their way to the tutor, workers on break order fish balls on sticks at street carts, and middle aged women purchase face cream. The stores are for the people who live there. There are no signs of “I *heart* NY” logos anywhere, and even the restaurants advertise their dishes in Chinese.
I am tempted to say that I like the Chinatown on 8th ave better because it’s so “authentic”. It certainly is; there are no facades, no attractions, no money traps. But I fear that my judgement is made with the arrogant assumption of tourism, that I, an outsider, can get a fully real experience of another culture, if I just find a good, unadulterated place to visit. Brooklyn Chinatown does not ask for tourists to come and validate its existence as Manhattan Chinatown does. In the presence of a real, self sufficient place like 8th ave, I feel that my opinion is of little value. There are people who live and make their living there, without any help from Brazilian couples or Midwestern families. I like it more than I like the one in Manhattan, but it doesn’t need me to.

Chinatown Before Us

March 10th was arguably one of the coldest days of the week. The forecast for the day was expecting some snow fall, but luckily enough, it didn’t snow. Nonetheless, the temperature was still frigid. My field visit starts at the Canal Street station on Canal Street and Broadway. I met up with one of my high school friends to explore the area. We headed down Canal street towards Centre Street. Since March 10th fell on a Friday, we saw a good amount of people around Canal Street and Broadway. However, this would soon change as we walked further into Chinatown. On Canal Street we saw many commercial buildings such as banks and corporate businesses. Around Canal and Centre Street, we saw some graffiti on the building walls, though the theme wasn’t anything related particularly with Chinatown. This corner of Canal and Centre Street reeked of cigarettes, but this wouldn’t be the last place where we smelled a lot of smoke. We noticed that in the distance, we could see a lot of condominiums being build around this neighborhood.

As we walked further down along Canal Street, we saw many stores that were targeting tourists. There were many stores with the “I Love New York” tee-shirts hanging in the front. These convenience stores had almost anything in stock from hats to toys to bags. It makes sense that this tourist shop area was relatively close to the border of Chinatown, close to Soho (one of the points of interest of New York). I have noticed that Chinatown has been changing its target market in the past few years. Going from selling traditional foods and items to selling items that Westerners find more appealing. Stores are trying to renovate their property in order to have a more attractive outlook than its older self. We observed this as we walked further down the block. We started to see more family owned restaurants and bakeries, but one bakery we saw looked slightly more modern than traditional Chinese bakeries looked like. Perhaps this was Chinatown’s way of trying to adapt to the changing market conditions: young, hip and edgy environments. Within the past decade, numerous hip and trendy restaurants began to spring to life in Chinatown; particularly dessert spots. It should be noted that the prices of the pastries here in this store is slightly more expensive than that of traditional Chinese bakeries. Aside from the smell of cigarettes, a fishy smell came into the spotlight. We spotted a local supermarket near our current location where the seafood was laid out in front of the store. On the inside, other products that you would normally find in the typical American supermarket were found. The sort of things we were able to hear were a multitude of conversations going on at the same time, but mostly in Chinese. These conversations ranged from which fish was the best for soup to healthcare.

At this point we were around Canal Street and Baxter Street. We noticed that there were a lot of students in the area in groups. We also noticed that the population was a lot more diverse than we had expected. Normally Chinatown is full of people of Asian backgrounds, but we saw a good mix of ethnic backgrounds. Chinatown is becoming more and more diverse. It is no longer the neighborhood full of Chinese, but rather, it is a tourist attraction now. I think a big factor that attributes to this is the new trendy food places opening up. Some of the places opening up no longer have Chinese-only menus, but rather cater to the whole American community. English menus to flavors geared more towards Western taste, Chinatown is changing to fit Westerner’s liking. We also observed that there was a lot of sewage water on the curbs. This may have been from the rain from the previous day. What I do notice is that this sort of sewage is always present in Chinatown. Chinatown isn’t as clean as other parts of Manhattan like the financial district or places like Times Square. It kind of makes you wonder why Chinatown is treated differently than the other neighborhoods. Does it mean less to others? Does it look like it holds less value than the other neighborhoods? As we walked further down along Canal Street, we saw a lot of jewelry stores and banks. There were a sprinkle of pharmacies, skin care stores, pedicure parlors, herbal stores and also martial arts equipment stores. We turned on Mott Street and walked down the blocks. We encountered a lot of family owned businesses on this street. From noodle shops to cafes to a candy shop. This candy shop in particular was called Aji Ichiban. On the inside there was an abundance of different candies lined up on the shelves. We could see the whole spectrum of the rainbow in this store. I wanted to interview the shop keeper, but she only knew Chinese. She looked to be a sweet middle-aged to elderly woman. She was more than happy to answer any questions I had. I asked her a couple of questions pertaining to the store and the surrounding area. She said that the store was open for about 20 years and that Chinatown was nothing special to her. It was just a neighborhood with a lot of Chinese people. She did mention that in the past couple of years, the population of Chinatown has dropped. Our next stop was to a nearby park called Columbus Park. On our way to the park, we saw more and more family owned restaurants and even some floral shops. There were several funeral homes along the street of the park.

At the park, there were mostly middle-school and high-school students playing leisurely sports. On another side of the park, there were elderly people gambling and playing cards or chess. We were able to pick up another interview. This time it was with three high school students. They were not from the area, but they were familiar with Chinatown. They said that they would frequent Chinatown as little kids, but now they only come once in a while to hang out. One of them said that she came to Chinatown every week for church. From their responses, I got the feeling that Chinatown was more than just a food center and housing for Chinese people. This was a safe haven that Chinese people frequent. It is like a protected community sheltered by the people that make it. The image that I was getting from Chinatown was morphing into something much more than just food.

After this interview, my friend and I were pretty hungry so we walked around the corner to a store called C Bao Asian Bun. It was a small modern looking street food store. They specialized in steamed buns, but it wasn’t completely traditional. Traditional steamed buns are served with pork belly, but this store was taking it to the next level. They substituted the pork belly with many different kinds of meats from: Peking duck, crispy chicken, Hong Kong crispy pork, crispy fish, soft shell crab to even Korean beef bulgogi. It seemed like the store was trying to cater to a younger generation with this menu. Some traditional stores only sold a few items on the menu, but this store was trying to branch out and give more of a variety. I interviewed the store cashier. She spoke Chinese and English fluently. The other workers did not know English that well. The questions were similar to that of previous interviews. Her response was that Chinatown was like a home to her and that in recent years, many restaurants are catering towards a new market niche. They have more Americanized flavors and are more of a Asian-fusion type of restaurant than purely traditional (Much like the store she was working in). She also believed that the future of Chinatown was going to be gentrified. I do agree with her there as I can see Chinatown slowly shrinking in size on the maps. It is slowly losing its charms from the late 1900’s.

Our last stop was to a restaurant called Shanghai Asian Manor. A medium-sized restaurant with semi-bright colored walls. There was a very warm vibe to this restaurant. One thing that I noted was that the main language spoken here in this restaurant by the customers and waiters/waitresses was Cantonese. The place smelled like vinegar with infused spices. From what I know from experience, social gatherings revolved around food. From weddings to casual meet ups, it was almost usually at a restaurant. We ordered soup dumplings and scallion pancakes. These are normally breakfast items in China, but I wanted my friend to try out some of the foods that Chinatown had to offer. The food was extremely aromatic and had a strong flavor to it. We were extremely satisfied with what we had and also the price of the meal. From here, we walked back to the train station to head home. The cold weather stayed unchanged, but so did the life of Chinatown. It persisted into the night as far as we observed. What else awaits for us when we come back?

The Youth of Chinatown

April 7th, 2017. Today was a great day to be out and about for people of all ages. I knew that today would be the day to do another field visit. Shortly after class finished, I got on the next train to Chinatown. I got off at Grand Street and then started my field exploration. The minute I step off of the train at the Grand Street station, the main population I saw on the platforms were Chinese, particularly middle-aged to elderly. Some of them had grocery bags with them, others had a small bag or pouch. I was assuming that they were returning home and or going to work. This was around 4:00 pm, so it is reasonable to assume that they were doing their weekly grocery runs. As I made my way upstairs to the street levels, the station was packed full of commuters. There was barely any room to move around. There were some people advertising some products/services at the train station lobby and most of which were in Chinese. I noticed that these ads were attempting to draw in customers for their insurance. Just like how most ads look for certain target groups, these ads might have been targeting the Chinese population.

Once I got onto the street level, I started walking down Chrystie Street along a park stretching down an entire block. It was in the middle of the block with roads on both sides of it. There was a large diversity of people in this park from young kids playing in the playground, to middle school or high school students  playing basketball, handball or frisbee to elderly folks playing cards. There was something to do for every one. I knew that the weather was good because this park was filled to the brim with people. From my observation, everyone was interacting with one another on more than just a surface-level acquaintance. One can really feel the sense of community radiating from this park. I have never seen it so packed before. I have been to this park several times when I was younger with my friends to play basketball and handball. Today, I was the outsider looking in. I did notice that the population here was extremely mixed. Even though there was a large amount of Asians at the park, there were also a good number of African-Americans, Hispanics and whites. I wanted to get in some interviews with the younger generation since last time I had mostly older participants. I wanted to hear what the young people had to say about Chinatown.

My first interviewee was a student, perhaps in high school. He had a slight accent with his English, but that did not diminish my comprehension of his thoughts. I asked him several questions about Chinatown to which he responded without much hesitation. He wasn’t a native to Chinatown, but he did come frequently to hang out with his friends and play ball. He says that the future of Chinatown will be filled with younger people. When asked about how he personally felt about Chinatown, he said that it felt safe to him. He said that there are few accidents and incidents that happen around here. That it is a pretty good neighborhood and that was it. Even though he didn’t directly mention gentrification, I do believe that it was what he meant when he said the future will be filled with younger people. More and more wealthy Chinese immigrants are coming to America to buy out estate and flipping them into high rise buildings. These buildings are far from affordable for the Chinese families living in Chinatown since the establishment.

I walked across the park to the other side where students were playing frisbee and badminton. There I interviewed some students from Brooklyn Latin High School. They had the insignia on their vests. They too did not live in Chinatown, but they did frequent the area to just hang out. When asked about the future of Chinatown, they too believed that it was going to be gentrified. This seems to be a common belief among residents and nonresidents of Chinatown alike. They said that it was slowly shrinking in size. Something that I also saw. On Google Maps, if you search Chinatown, they’ll show where the border of Chinatown is. What I found a little bit funky was that it completely cut off some parts of Chinatown that I thought were a key part of Chinatown, like this park for example. Whether this is a bug on the site, or not, there might be some serious underlying implications about what can be considered Chinatown and what isn’t from the eyes of nonresidents. This could mean a further step of “invading” Chinatown with these new buildings and projects.  Back to the interview. I asked them about what they would like to see changed in Chinatown and their response was that they were pretty satisfied with how things were now, but if there was one thing he wanted to change about Chinatown, it would be to fix up the public areas. They said that these areas are pretty important to the community as its what brings them together. I do agree with them on this answer. Chinatown in some aspects is pretty run down and for it to be supporting a large number of people in this condition is unacceptable. The last thing Chinatown needs is a lack of sense of community.

After the interview, I played some frisbee with the students. We shared some talks about high school and food. All this talk about food stirred my hunger and to that, I left the park for some food. I went to a small dumpling restaurant called C & L Dumpling House. As I was waiting for my order, I overheard the workers’ interaction with one another and I saw that family-type of relationship that they shared. I could tell that they were close by their gestures and tones. Once I got my food, I went on the next train towards my home.

My overall experience in this field exploration was great because I was able to substantiate my hunch about how people felt about Chinatown and how the new changes that have been happening is viewed from their eyes. I am seeing a pattern in how people think that Chinatown is changing and also am seeing some of the strengths that Chinatown has including being a home to many immigrant families.