They shut down the Fung Wah busses today. Yeah I saw people bathe in the bathroom, and there was that one time that someone brought (live) chickens on the bus, but dammit if I couldn’t find a cheaper ride from NYC to Boston during my broke HS/College days. RIP Fung Wah.
Bite of the Apple: goodbye to Fung Wah, the worst bus ride in the United States
If you could be driven from New York to Boston for only $15, would you do it? Paul Owen once braved the bus company whose methods ‘substantially increase the likelihood of serious injury or death’ – and lived to tell about it
For the night before Thanksgiving I was invited to a dinner at Fung Wah restaurant in Daly City which our host arranged a custom menu in advance. Our host went to the restaurant a few days in advance and ordered special items not available normally or maybe offered in limited quantities for the evening.
I will mark with a * the items that are normally available, and the food there is quite good and reasonably priced.
Fried quails - Delicious little birds fried to perfection
Salt and Pepper wings* - One of the consistently good dishes at the restaurant.
Steamed mushroom and Minced pork “pancake”* - This is a classic old school village style Chinese food.
Stir fried clams with onion and peppers in black bean sauce
Spring onion and Ginger stir fried crabs - We had a 6 people so we ordered 2 crabs
Steamed whole fish in green onion and soy sauce
I have been to Fung Wah before and the restaurant can be very busy due to the small kitchen and large number of takeout orders. If you go there and the place is packed, you may find a bit of a wait before your food is served, especially if there are large tables seated before you.
Fung Wah Restaurant 7007 Mission St Daly City, CA 94014
It’s been over 9 months since I last rode you from Chinatown to Boston for $30 roundtrip. I miss you. I’ve been thinking about all the fun times we had together. Remember how my pants used to get stuck to your seats? Or how you’d say you had WiFi, even though we both knew you didn’t? Funny the things you miss.
I’ve never told you this before Fung, but you were my first. The first to take me to Chinese buffets in shady parking lots in the middle of the night. The first to make me sweat as you recklessly swerved between lanes at 115MPH; only you could make me clench my butt cheeks for five hours straight.
Then, one day without warning, Uncle Sam tore us apart. He said that you were dangerous and that you’d hurt me if we stayed together. He didn’t understand our love and the risks I was willing to take to maintain our relationship. Waiting indefinitely on cold, rainy streets for you. Being smashed between morbidly obese men and the bathroom door. That one creepy guy who carried a hatchet onto the bus.
I’ve tried to move on. I even had a couple of dalliances with Bolt and Megabus, but they could never provide the excitement you brought to my life. THEIR back wheels never broke apart on the Mass Turnpike. THEY never had a woman try to punch out the emergency glass while holding a baby. THEY never let people clam-bake the bathroom. How could you ever be replaced? You whose ticket prices were the only ones I could afford?
Some days I just sit in my room, looking out the window trying to remember the feeling of your rust-stained frame. All of a sudden I’ll think I hear that sputtering sound coming from your duct-taped exhaust pipes… but then I realize it’s just grandma clearing her throat.
I miss you Fung Wah. I will always love you for your prices and your carefree spirit. Now I have to pay $70 for a round trip to Boston on the GreyHound. Tyranny. I hope you’ll come back soon.