toting spareribs under dragon lamps, the soul of the place was the ancient Eng.
He served egg rolls to four generations of Queens residents, and he considered everyone in the restaurant his extended family, says his daughter, Mimi Lam. Even into his late 80s, Eng moved through the dining room, flirting with the women, kidding the men, producing newspaper clips from his jacket pockets, and absorbing the adoration of the room. They dont build places like King Yum anymore, and there arent any more Jimmy Engs. He will be missed.