Used to live next to a Vietnamese couple, but never got very friendly with them: not for lack of trying. My wife always complained about their cooking stinking up the building. A LOT of garlic. Me? I WANTED to become friends just to try their food. That's the closest I ever got to being around an Asian. I know, not Chinese, but that's as close as I could get.
Food is the international language. Yeah, some things I may raise an eyebrow about, but I'm usually willing to try most things. I've even tried my hand at making sweet and sour chicken and pork, although Chow Mein, I have to get from a can or restaurant. Now I'm getting hungry. Got a big bowl of rice in the fridge, some homemade sweet & sour sauce, and some chicken. I think I know what I'll have for supper.