THAT ’ 70S CHOW
I DON’T KNOW ABOUT YOU, but when I was a kid in Washington, DC, going out to dinner was a big deal. Onee a month or so, my parents would pile my brother, my sister, and me into our banged-up, coffee-colored Dodge wagon and we’d truck off to a spot like Bish Thompson’s in Bethesda, Maryland, This was one of those nautical-the med seafood restaurants with captain’s wheels on the wall, netting on the ceiling, glowing fish tanks in the dining room, and mints at the door. It was like having dinner at an amusement park.
Same with Yenching Palace in Washington’s Cleveland Park, with its neon-lit Chinatown-style facade, radioactive-red Shirley Temples, and crisp, golden shrimp toast.
On a couple of occasions, my dad took me…