Egg foo young, s’il vous plait

My wife and I are regulars at the Star Asia Chinese buffet near the WalMart on Route 315 in Pittston Township.
During one of our first visits there we ran into a doctor Mary Kay used to work with. He said this is his favorite place to go for sushi. We figured he knew what he was talking about. He is Chinese.
Everything they serve is of exceptional quality. And I’ve said to several people, you could go there and eat your fill and never select a single thing that falls under the category of Chinese food. They have roast beef, spare ribs, shrimp, clams, mussels, sausage, chicken, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, mac & cheese and much, much more. Also, an extensive salad bar.
We keep returning for the food but also for the cleanliness and especially for the people. Despite the language barrier, we have developed warm relationships with the staff.
The meal always ends, of course, with fortune cookies, which we thoroughly enjoy, particularly if one of us is told we will meet a new romantic interest. The fortunes typically teach us a word in Chinese on the flip side. But when we flipped them over after our last visit, what we found was the same fortune on the first side, only written in French.
I wasn’t sure if our young Chinese waitress would understand me, but I took a chance and called it to her attention. She did understand, and laughed heartily.
When we were leaving a few minutes later, she said good bye, to which I responded, “Bon jour.” And she laughed and laughed again.
To paraphrase a line in an old Crosby, Still and Nash song, laughter is something everybody, everywhere does in the same language.

Ed Ackerman