I almost didn't want to tell anybody about this spot. I didn't want to come in here next week and see a bunch of other foodsters, and then have to listen to them bragging about this "find" to their friends, or have to rub elbows with those financial district meat heads, trying to impress each other with their urban savvy. I also didn't want to hear the usual ignorant white-folk banter, about the probable health code violations, lack of chicken finger, and the usual quasi-racist comments about the strange array of unidentifiable organ meats, and, of course, the soup, which is actually a common table soup you'd get at many "home style" restaurants in China, (which is *not "dish water", folks, but most likely a very light chicken and seaweed flavored broth, perhaps with a tiny bit of ginger; something I grew to understand, eventually, when living in China).. But, I consider myself a proud champion of any business that offers real food (i.e.,not prefab, frozen & fried protein blobs with starch accompaniment) without trying to build an empire off of its patrons. I had to celebrate this place and what they are doing. While most spots in Chinatown are slowly inflating their rice plate prices, Potluck is exactly the same as it was the last time I came here, 5 years ago. But the food is even better.
If you are interested in authentic, home style Chinese foods, which are markedly different than the lavish imperial creations like Beijing's roast duck or the fine, impeccably fresh seafood of Guandong, you might want to check this place out. As another review noted, you will actually find potatoes being offered, which, unbeknown-st to most Americans, have taken the rural kitchens of China by storm, and exist in thousands of diverse and delicious preparations, such as hot/sour/numbing potato shreds, spicy potato slices, and Yunnan-ese mashed ("Grandma's") potatoes. Though you'll have to go down the street for better "tu dou", Potluck offers a simple but satisfying potato dish, and next to that, you'll find sauteed liver, possibly kidneys, hong shao rou (red-cooked pork belly), spicy salted shrimp, deep fried with the head and shell, bai cai (white cabbage) with wood-ear mushrooms, and a host of other meat, fish and vegetable preparations. And since you're practically paying Chinese prices for this, ditch the soft drink and wash the food down with the accompanying soup: a light and slightly salty broth with a hint of chicken and seaweed. Its something many Chinese seem to have on their table, and functions as an almost medicinal component to the meal; hot broth is considered good for the digestive process. Meanwhile, my compatriots often go for sodas or cold water, which are known to disrupt the digestive process (partially due to the fact that your body now has to simultaneously expend energy digesting your food as well as heating up the cold liquids, to maintain stasis. Or something. *Note: I'm guessing many Chinese folks might think we're crazy for guzzling cold booze, soda and ice water with our meals--tea and room temperature water, and even warm beer, were apparently the most common drinks of choice at my neighborhood dives in Chengdu. Those "culturally sensitive" restaurateurs would know to ask us lao wai's if we wanted cold beer and water with our meals.
So pile this up on a hill of rice and you've got dirt cheap, decently prepared (if not the most intricate or intriguing), reasonably healthy comfort food. When's the last time you had that? Now that we have trucks that sling gourmet grilled cheeses for $7. Or that new song and dance where fancy pants chef try to shed their pretentious...pants... and serve gussied diner food, like foie gras meatloaf, and dump truffle oil on the mac n' cheese...Keepin' it real? Can you get real comfort food anymore, at a comforting price. I noticed, in my recent return to being a Bostonian, that workers' wages haven't actually risen with the rising cost of living, transportation, and everything else that isn't labor. And now comfort food has become another commoditized, nostalgic brand of haute cuisine. Slumming it, getting 'rustic" and "authentic" for fun. Can't wait for the $200 "dumpster crawl" through Back Bay's finest public allies, where you will dine on "extra fermented eclectic fare", and get your own bonus rat and dirty wool blanket at the end of the tour, which will end with a nap at a roped-off section of the Commons. But after the next economic meltdown, when the last jobless liberal arts graduate has decided to park their food truck, and the fancy chefs have returned to their day-jobs as caterers for the ruling class, I know that Potluck will still be there. I'll be there, eating the kidneys and guzzling the mystery broth like a good wanna-be putong ren. read more