CHINATOWN LOWDOWN1974
It is amazing what you can get off the Worldwide Web. Chinatown San Francisco and Wo Fats in Honolulu. It seems like it was just yesterday! It sure beats surfing www.craigslist.com for beat-up women and many curvy chicks who advertise themselves as BBW or BWB, whatever the nomenclature is; the big women do not put their picture up for all to see and the good looking Asian women are very shy and don't answer your e-mails anyway since they spending all their time studying hoping to go to Business School or into 'The Law'. Some of them have aspirations to go to Architecture School, but they usually go to Berkeley, Yale, or Harvard and then go to work for Anderson Architects, New York, MBT Architects, Philadelphia, or 4240 Architecture, Denver . You good architects always get first choice! I enjoyed reading about Ross Alley in San Francisco's Chinatown. On one occasion I took Ross Anderson there to the 'Rickshaw', a former opium den, 'Yee Shee'; another time I took Howard Junker, of Zyzzyva Fame there. The bartender, Tony, was a "Poo Tau Choi" otherwise known as a 'little hatchet man' who would 'sock nita tow' or 'chop your head off' if you danced too many times with the same girl serving Hong Kong cocktails to the patrons. I have not been back there recently, but I doubt if it is still there, it having gone the way of Wo Fats in the Honolulu Chinatown. I used to go there, during my drinking days, young having lived in Hong Kong several years before; the place felt like home; I knew the bartender, on an infrequent basis. I remember Ross, on the occasion that I took him there, asked if the place was 'real'. Howard Junker was also flabbergasted because the same woman who he danced with two times in a row, to a slow dance mind you, asked him if he wanted to 'get married' at the conclusion of the second dance. Ross was likewise propositioned not by one, but by two women, who held court there. I knew Yale and Harvard were never like this, but the "Rickshaw"' was the place to be for any aspiring young Architect or Editor. I now know why the place went out of business; people I used to take there would sneak back in and take the girls out, make them promises that they couldn't keep, having been heavily sedated with the remains of the opium or alcohol. Poor Tony always used to complain to me that that my friends were coming back and stealing his girls. I never did though!
Karl G. Smith II






























