Elana Rabinowitz The Washington Post

There used to be a great bar in New York's Chinatown called Double Happiness. It was a swanky place with red velvet couches and an assortment of martinis - a strange, elegant counterpoint to the gritty streets of Broadway below. Back then I drank chocolate martinis laced with sweet cocoa shavings and made two happy birthday toasts.

There used to be a great bar in New York's Chinatown called Double Happiness. It was a swanky place with red velvet couches and an assortment of martinis - a strange, elegant counterpoint to the gritty streets of Broadway below. Back then I drank chocolate martinis laced with sweet cocoa shavings and made two happy birthday toasts.