
I am an absolute fanatic when it comes to A Christmas Story. Everything from Randy laying like a slug, to the Scut Farkas affair, to “Oh Fuuuuudddddgggggeeee”, to “Kiss my boot”, and culminating with Chinese turkey just speaks volumes to me.
So our final meal while in Vermont was at Winooski’s own Chinese Turkey House… or the properly titled Peking Duck House. This wasn’t the first time I’ve eaten there so I knew what to expect when walking into the pub like decor with the glowing neon TAKE OUT sign over the bar.
As a starter, I scoffed a Szechuan Wanton. This was a very tasty wanton, not deep fried or over boiled. It was smothered in the Szechuan brown sauce that is a specialty of the House. Not too hot and not too mild, it brought just enough bite.
I ordered the House Special Duck, thinking that I would be able to get it to smile at me and at the same time have some of that awesome sauce. Unfortunately it didn’t smile at me. Fortunately it was still pretty darn good, although at times it seemed overrun with vegetables.
Overall it’s a good experience that has the potential to be made great by the company you keep during your time there… which was why I had a great time.

When we arrived we had about a 15 minute wait to be seated. During that time I perused the menu and considered ordering the venue’s namesake breakfast of 2 eggs, homefries, with biscuits and gravy. As we sat down I checked in on Foursquare and saw a “tip” from 
During this trip not only did I have the opportunity to chow down on their delectable Meat Lovers pan style pizza, but I also had the opportunity to enjoy their buffalo style chicken wings and dine in the atmosphere of this quaint roadside pizza palace.
Identity crisis aside, let’s get down to the actual food. What makes their pizza obviously different is the crust. It is not an actual usual pizza crust, but rather a flatbread crust. Instead of being sliced into the traditional triangle of Neapolitan slices or the squares of Sicilian slices, they are cut in traditional rectangular strips like bread stick slices. I chose to partake if the New Vermont Sausage “pie” (pictured here), and there are only three letters to accurately describe the experience.







