Jiayang Fan

To live through this period as an Asian-American is to feel trapped in an American tragedy while being denied the legitimacy of being an American.

At the Disgusting Food Museum, in Sweden, where visitors are served dishes such as fermented shark and stinky tofu, I felt both like a tourist and like one of the exhibits.

Nhu Ton, the chef of a Vietnamese restaurant on the Upper West Side, experimented for countless hours to make both her traditional and her vegan pho taste like the place where she grew up.

The Sichuanese restaurant in Long Island City offers drink specialties including brown-sugar milk tea and an Uji-matcha latte, as well as such solid culinary standbys as Chongqing roasted fish and braised-beef noodle soup.

At a self-defense class in New York after the latest anti-Asian attack, one student said, “I feel like I have an army of sisters.”

The protests of recent weeks carry an echo, and a warning, from the Maoist era.

Two lives bound into one story by immigration and illness.

In a way, Justine’s—named for its proprietor, the daughter of the famous Upper East Side wine importer Neal Rosenthal—harks to a different era, when the economy was a little more flush and overt extravagance a touch less gauche. But, then again, in 2023 even an upscale bistro where bottles average around a hundred and fifty dollars feels, well, very 2023. On a recent evening, a genial if slightly harried-looking waiter apologized that there’s no longer a sommelier on staff and that the cheapest…

The beguilingly wide Himokawa udon noodles at this new East Village spot are already famous, thanks to fervent foodie TikTokers.

Of course, many people make it twice a day, five or even six days a week. I encountered one of those people after boarding the 7 at Grand Central one day in early March. It was a little after 6 P.M. and I had nabbed a seat toward the rear of what turned out to be a local train. I can never remember which shape—circle or diamond—denotes the express, and the difference wouldn’t have registered immediately if I hadn’t heard a sharp intake of breath next to me, followed by a quiet but audibly exaspe…