bigabreads Chapter 917 Hell's Kitchen really has a kitchen.
Chapter 917 Hell's Kitchen really has a kitchen.
Chapter 917 Hell's Kitchen really has a kitchen.
It turned out that the "places Gwen wanted to go" weren't particularly rare or unusual. Peter even suspected that all the places she mentioned in her numerous messages were just things she'd found on websites and social media, because when she actually said she had a place she wanted to take Peter—
They came to Central Park, and it was quite crowded around 4 or 5 pm.
The park was filled with regular visitors, homeless residents, and idlers—it was hard to tell if they were petty thugs or gang members. There were even a few people who had come with cameras and binoculars to birdwatch; Peter, at least, had no idea what the fun in birdwatching was.
"I really regret not bringing my camera. At least I could have taken better photos. This phone's camera is no good."
Gwen heard Peter's words and looked over curiously. Seeing the numerous cracks covering Peter's phone screen, she asked, "You shouldn't be unable to get a new phone, so why are you still keeping this one?"
"I think it's still usable, so I'll keep it. Besides, I don't have much time to play on my phone, so as long as it works, it's fine. I can always get a replacement when it really breaks down."
"Hmm—" Gwen didn't comment on Peter's words, stared at her phone for a while, and then nodded: "These cracks do look a bit like spider webs, don't they?"
Just as Peter was about to answer, a man carrying a camera jogged over. He was clearly a tourist and asked Peter in fluent classroom English, "Excuse me, could you please take a picture of me and my girlfriend? We forgot our tripod when we left the hotel."
"Of course, no problem." Peter took the camera from the other person, marveling at their audacity in handing a camera to a stranger in New York. He then looked up at the surrounding light and pointed to a spot: "Can you two stand here? Yes, right here. Okay, say cheese."
After taking the photos, Peter handed the camera back to the tourist. The tourist glanced at the photos, clearly unable to tell whether they were good or bad, and simply thanked Peter before leaving with his girlfriend, adding, "Have a nice date too."
Gwen watched the incident unfold with her hands behind her back: "He doesn't know that the photographer taking his picture is an excellent photographer who can provide headline photos for the Daily Bugle, does he?"
"I still prefer science. Photography is just a way to relax, not something I'm good at tinkering with."
"Then maybe we should bring our camera out tomorrow and take more pictures." Gwen said, then asked about other things: "Let's go eat, it seems like it's about time."
"Okay, where should we eat?"
"Hmm—do you have any recommendations?"
Peter thought for a moment, then thought of a Chinese restaurant. So he dragged Gwen along and they set off. The location of this Chinese restaurant was very convenient: it was in Hell's Kitchen, that's right.
Gwen was stunned when she heard the news: "Hell's Kitchen really has a kitchen?"
"Actually, Hell's Kitchen does have kitchens, and quite a few of them. There are many Chinese restaurants, Italian restaurants, and Irish restaurants in the area—to be honest, I don't know what Irish dishes are besides lamb stew with potatoes and onions."
This restaurant's positioning is interesting because it simultaneously targets three of New York's most notorious minority gang factions. Similarly, Hell's Kitchen also has many restaurants serving "soul food," which refers to African American culinary culture and aligns well with the composition of gang members.
So Gwen asked Peter as they walked, "Are you planning to go to Hell's Kitchen to see if there's anything you need help with, which is why you chose Hell's Kitchen?"
"No, actually it was Matt—Daredevil—who recommended it. Hell's Kitchen was cleaned out by the Hand before, and Kingpin withdrew completely from Hell's Kitchen, leaving it empty. Now the Defenders, mainly Daredevil and Mr. Negative, are renovating Hell's Kitchen, and it's much better now."
Gwen raised an eyebrow, then saw a car speed out of the street, with Iron Fist and Luke Cage following behind. She glanced at the street sign and realized they had entered Hell's Kitchen.
"are you sure?"
"That shows they have a long way to go. Do you think they need help? Oh, it doesn't seem so." Peter saw that Iron Fist and Luke Cage had stopped the car and dragged the people inside out to beat them up, so he turned around and continued walking towards the restaurant.
"Speaking of which, even though I've lived in New York for over a decade, I still don't know why this place is called Hell's Kitchen, Peter, do you know?"
Knowing the whole story, Peter replied to Gwen: "This is a story that happened during Prohibition. Gwen, do you know about Prohibition in the last century? Because of Prohibition, a large number of bootleggers were created, and a lot of gangs that relied on the bootlegging business rose up. And this place was mainly inhabited by Irish people at the time, and the Irish gangs caused violent conflicts in this community."
"When the NYPD officers who arrived later saw the scene, they were horrified and shocked. One officer said, 'This place is like hell,' to which his partner replied, 'Calling it hell is an understatement; it's hell's kitchen.'"
There are many explanations for the origin of the name Hell's Kitchen, but Peter thinks this version is the most classic and has the most story. After he finished speaking, he saw a Chinese restaurant sign and pointed in a direction: "Okay, that's the place."
Gwen looked over and saw the location; it was indeed an ordinary Chinese restaurant, nothing special. As for Peter, he had his reasons for choosing this place, after all, Matt had been here before and said that at least the fried rice and white rice here were loose and fluffy, not sticky like when too much water is added.
The two walked into the Chinese restaurant, which didn't seem to have many customers. Peter picked up the menu from the table, and a waiter came over to take their order. Peter then started reciting the Chinese names of the dishes.
The waiter paused for a moment, then quickly realized what was happening and glanced at the menu: "Oh, this dish is unavailable today, you'll have to wait until tomorrow. Ah, you really know your stuff, ordering seasonal dishes. Okay, okay, would you like me to recommend something? Oh, no need. Okay, I'll bring your food right away."