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| Chinatown |
I learned a lot of things from my jaunt to Chinatown yesterday. First, I learned that Chinatown is effing far away. Second, ordering fried rice in a Chinese restaurant is a sure fire way of establishing just how poorly versed in Chinese cuisine you really are. I got there pretty late and was promptly reminded by the HK Dim Sum madam that the kitchen shuts down a half hour before the place closes. I flashed back a smile in hopes of zapping the meanness out of her and I think it worked because she remarked how quickly I had made my choices. Naturally I got dumplings - pork, beef and steamed bbq pork buns. And friend rice.
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| Fried Rice |
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| Steamed Bbq Pork Buns |
The food was alright IMO, the china was the flimsiest I've ever seen; however, the most interesting part of the evening happened later when a Chinese lady welcomed herself in despite being told that the place was closing. Friendly banter ensued and they decided to serve her as long as she got her food to-go. I was her next prey as she told me about how she had driven an hour just to get here because she really wanted noodles and didn't want to cook tonight. She looked disdainfully at my food and said "Oh at least you got the dumplings". Even though I had a mediocre experience with the food, this lady's presence and recommendation of the "flat, non-gravy, beef noodles" left me hopeful for the throngs of foodies who will visit after me.
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