Walking through San Francisco’s Chinatown, a tourist is fascinated with all the Chinese restaurants, shops, signs and banners.
He turns a corner and sees a building with the sign, “Moishe Plotnik’s Chinese Bar & Grill.”
“Moishe Plotnik?” he muses to himself. “How the heck does that fit in here?”
So he walks into the establishment and sees an old Chinese gentleman behind the bar.
The tourist asks, “How did this place get a name like “Moishe Plotnik’s Bar & Grill?”
The old man answers, “Is name of owner.”
The tourist asks, “Well, who and where is the owner?”
“Me, is right here,” replies the old man.
“You? How did you ever get a name like Moishe Plotnik?”
“Is simple,” says the old man. “Many, many year ago when come to this country, was stand in line at Documentation Center. Man in front is Jewish gentleman from Poland”.
The old man continued, “Lady look at him and go, ‘What your name?’ He say, ‘Moishe Plotnik.’ Then she look at me and go, ‘What your name?’ I say, ‘Sem Ting'”.
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