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Chinatown remedy

July 22, 2008

Spicy foods ease my troubled sinuses, my raw throat. Searing soup that bites back. Hot mustard. Salsa that, on other days, would daunt me. The layers of pain comfort, the sting self-inflicted muffles the symptoms visited by my body.

And this is how I end up surrounded by chandeliers and red paint, waiting on a banquet chair for a carry-out order of hot and sour soup. “Here, my friend,” says the waiter, handing me a glass of ice water. The cubes soothe, too, numbing my throat in advance of the imminent, fiery broth.

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