Have They Run Out of Provinces Yet?

BY CALVIN TRILLIN

Have they run out of provinces yet?
If they haven’t, we’ve reason to fret.
Long ago, there was just Cantonese.
(Long ago, we were easy to please.)
But then food from Szechuan came our way,
Making Cantonese strictly passé.
Szechuanese was the song that we sung,
Though the ma po could burn through your tongue.
Then when Shanghainese got in the loop
We slurped dumplings whose insides were soup.
Then Hunan, the birth province of Mao,
Came along with its own style of chow.
So we thought we were finished, and then
A new province arrived: Fukien.
Then respect was a fraction of meagre
For those eaters who’d not eaten Uighur.
And then Xi’an from Shaanxi gained fame,
Plus some others—too many to name.

Now, as each brand-new province appears,
It brings tension, increasing our fears:
Could a place we extolled as a find
Be revealed as one province behind?
So we sometimes do miss, I confess,
Simple days of chow mein but no stress,
When we never were faced with the threat
Of more provinces we hadn’t met.
Is there one tucked away near Tibet?
Have they run out of provinces yet?

据说这诗火了，反对声高涨，说歧视。

我倒没看出来~ 我觉得写得很好玩

估计扭腰什么中餐都有哇！

哪里像我们乡下这里，所谓中餐就是那些甜了吧唧的米式广东菜，神马左宗鸡之类的，哪怕那餐厅叫“湖南”也没用，做的菜还是甜了吧唧的，完全无法吃

据说牛泽西开了家馆子，叫上海小笼包，火到了要排队领号的地步。我被吓到没敢去，好是想念本帮菜和点心~~~
饿死了

我也觉得写得蛮好玩的，歧视？是老外思维吧

我去那些咖啡馆点咖啡时会有类似，不过不完全相同的困扰：我只要一杯热饮而已，老板怎么搞出这么一道难题给我，虽然是选择题，可是答案却藏在A到H这么多选择里。

也写首诗， Have they run out of flavors yet?