My dad wanted us to find some sort of Szechuan pepper of sorts. Mom just had the wrapper of a certain brand that once contained it, all written in Chinese. We used it to ask "do you have this?". We walked into one of those dried everything stores near Powell street and found what we wanted. Good times.
The man in the picture was the one who helped us out. He insisted that their store's pepper was the best. The store also had a huge wall of medicines, ointments and remedies. Totally awesome. I crave the smell of tiger balm!
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