It was one of those days. I woke up with an insatiable craving for steamed meat in baskets. Dim sum, babes!
I love, love, luuuurrrrrvvee (imagine me purring here) dim sum! We Asians prefer the savory stuff for breakfast to those sweet syrup-drenched dishes you Emricans eat. Pancakes and french toasts? Yes, they can be absolutely delicious and I certainly have fond memories of eating them (Usually made by dangerously sexy breakfast companions, meow!) (Note: this really only happened twice, but I wanted to seem in-demand, rawr!), but I’d take dim sum any day.
This particular day, I woke up STARVING. I grabbed a friend and off we went to the closest place to my apartment that would have an authentic dim sum experience: Brooklyn’s Chinatown.
See, not many people are aware of this adoraballs little ‘hood in the Borough Park. When people think Chinatown, they think Manhattan. While the Manhattan one is huge and densely packed with every imaginable Asian restaurant, the Brooklyn one has one clear advantage: it’s closer to my house.