In 1912, Madam Esther Lefebvre rode into the town of Dorchester, dressed in one of her usual flamboyant Paris outfits, and visited her mine for the last time.
Growing up in California with no special interest in China, one of the few things I associated with the big country across the Pacific was mix-and-match meal creation. On airplanes and in school cafeterias, you just had “chicken or beef” choices, but Chinese restaurants were “one from Column A, one from Column B” combination domains.