my friend went to chinatown and picked up this dinner for the new year, so i wouldn't have to cook. it was lovely: nice and fatty and tender, with crispy crunchy skin that had an irresistable layer of savory grease that makes you involuntarily lick your fingers. the baby bok choy cut the fat just so.
after i took this picture, i wondered if i could drop into my favorite spot in any chinatown anywhere else in the world and pick up a roast duck that was this good.
probably so.
