Dim Sum

I’ve been told that one craves the food that you eat the most of. I crave Mexican food and Dim Sum. No matter the season (however I prefer the colder months since over 90 degrees Chinatown can smell like a dead fish dipped in raw sewage) I try to go to Dim Sum every Sunday that I'm in town. For several months in a row, my friend Doug and I would religiously go every week teaching ourselves through trial and error which of the dozens of restaurants in Chinatown serves the freshest, cheapest and most authentic Dim Sum. One place would be too dirty while another would have too many white patrons (a sure sign that its not authentic enough).

Last Sunday I took my friend Heidi to her first Dim Sum at Crystal Palace on Mott Street (not my favorite, but a great place for first timers since its more shrimp and less chicken feet) and as you can see, sometimes it can be a slippery experience.

(and I apologize for my horrible laugh in the background. I’d like to think that its very rare that I sound like that.)