You want the name? It will hurt you so, but I must be honest after our beautiful years together. She is the Richmond New May Wah.
She had beckoned to me before, and I flirted briefly. But only after you let me see your moldy noodles and wilted bok choy the other week did I consider opening my heart to another. I will miss your familiar fish counter and packaged slices of Smithfield ham, something my lissome new sweetheart sorely lacks. But she has yellow chives and purple perilla, dozens of Chinese wines, many bizarre mushrooms. Pork belly, Cornish game hens, smoked tofu, unbelievably fat burdock roots.
Also, she is clean. Well, cleanish. In any case, cleaner than you! Plus, across the street I can drop by the Eternal Springs sandwich window for a most excellent $3.25 banh mi.
I'm sorry. I didn't want to hurt you. If it offers any consolation, I will cherish the memories.