I started eating lychees over ice when I was probably about 11, long before calories meant anything. (Canned, they're 100 calories to a serving. If you care.) At the time, I lived in central Long Beach, near the city's first high school, an area that still housed Navy families in 1971, when my family moved in. Ten years later, they were gone, as were their replacements—African-Americans—and the neighborhood was predominantly Vietnamese. The change was good; I'm not being racist when I say that the street went from late nights, loud music and cars parked in the front yards to quiet evenings visiting your neighbors—and sampling virtually every Vietnamese dish you can imagine.... More >>>