A Night at Feng’s

Somewhere in the sub-basement of Dystopia, there is a dingy, hole in the wall joint where dock workers, truckers, police and the like are between shifts and come in to eat, drink and recharge before hitting the road for more. With a hot bowl of Chinese food in front of them and the cold at their back, Feng’s is the working man’s stopover on his way to wherever the daily grind may take him.