When Henry opened his Hunan restaurant, it was the first Hunan restaurant in the area, and maybe even the first in the country. It was a very small place, maybe four or six seats at the counter and about five or six tables. There was a narrow aisle between the counter and the tables, and the tables were lined up along a wall, with just barely enough space for a chair between the table and the wall.
On a Friday or Saturday night the line for people waiting to get in could stretch around the block. Needless to say, the restaurant was crowded and everything was a VERY tight fit.
Now, here's the thing - in order to sit at a table, on the wall side, there was only one way to gain access, crawl on your hands and knees under the table and wiggle your way to a chair. It was an amazing sight to see people crawling under those tables to get seated or to leave the restaurant. Crawl, wiggle, wiggle, crawl ...
I'd been in small restaurants before, but this may have been the tightest fit of all. Of course, everyone crawled - rich and poor, hippies and yuppies. T'was a vey democratic seating process :lol:SF Gate: Multimedia (image)