It was tough times in Ohio when we lived there. My dad was between unemployed and just selling random knickknacks at a flea market. My mom was a cashier at a Chinese food restaurant. They both had awesome careers back in Taiwan, and they came here for my sister and I.
On Gates Avenue, there's an amazing Italian restaurant: Locanda Vini e Olii. It's in an old pharmacy - the front of it still has the pharmacy's name on it - and they have all these little tchotchkes and knickknacks and things behind glass. Whenever my parents come to Brooklyn, I take them there.
