We started going to a neighborhood Chinese restaurant in the early 1970s, and I quickly discovered their Sichuan pork. Man, that stuff opened my eyes to flavor combinations previously unimagined. After enjoying this restaurant’s food for many years, all of their sauces mutated into a sweet brown glop. Put me off “Chinese” food for many years. I had the same reaction the first time I made Fuchsia Dunlop’s version of gan bian niu rou si. This delightful dish reawakened my interest in Chinese food. I look forward to reading the book and trying its version of spicy dry-shredded beef. ← ← As Cecilia's co-author I'm so pleased that after reading a portion of her book that you'd be so inspired as to want to get in the kitchen and try one of the recipes. I had the same reaction which I refer to in the Introduction in the Seventh Daughter. That after dining at The Mandarin all I wanted to do was to learn how to make Cecilia's food. It was a revelation to me, the juxtapostion of hot and sour flavors. I grew up in Chicago in the "ahem" sixties, and all Chinese food was gloppy cornstarch-thickened brown sauces over soft or crispy noodles. When I had my first pot sticker at the Mandarin, I was blown away. I've never had a taste for very spicy food but at Cecilia's restaurant I was able for the first time to see that hot has a lot of nuance. It was an honor to work with Cecilia on her book and the best part was being able to taste all her food as we tested the recipes in my kitchen. The saddest thing is that as I walked through Chinatown with Cecilia so many people came up to her and said how much they missed The Mandarin. Truly, there is no other Chinese restaurant today in San Francisco that even comes close, in terms of food or atmosphere, though there are arguably several that serve wonderful regional cuisine.