Weekend Ritual: Hitting the Dim Sum Spot
Okay, so Saturday rolled around, and you know what that means. Got that dim sum craving hitting hard. It wasn’t even a debate, just kinda knew I had to go. Dragged myself out of bed, threw on some clothes that weren’t pajamas – progress, right? Didn’t bother with anything fancy, it’s dim sum, comfort is key.
Hopped in the car, drove over to that place we always end up at. You know the one. Place was already buzzing, like usual. Always a madhouse on weekends, carts flying everywhere, people shouting orders. Found a table tucked away in a corner, thankfully. Sometimes you gotta fight for a spot, but got lucky this time. Sat down, the noise kinda washes over you after a minute. Part of the charm, I guess.
The Main Event: Ordering and Eating
Tea came first, naturally. Poured some jasmine, watched the steam curl up. Then the waiting game began, keeping an eye on those carts rolling by. It’s like a treasure hunt. You gotta be quick, flag ‘em down before the good stuff disappears.
Here’s what I managed to snag:
- Siu Mai: Always gotta start with these pork and shrimp dumplings. Solid choice, can’t go wrong. Grabbed two baskets just to be safe.
- Har Gow: Those shrimp dumplings in the see-through wrappers. Delicate little things. Pretty good today, shrimp was snappy.
- Cheung Fun (Rice Noodle Rolls): Went for the shrimp kind again. Doused it in that sweet soy sauce. Slippery little devils, but worth the effort.
- Lo Bak Go (Turnip Cake): Pan-fried nice and crispy on the outside. A bit greasy, but hey, it’s brunch.
- Char Siu Bao (BBQ Pork Buns): Fluffy buns, sweet pork filling. Standard stuff, reliable.
Everything came out steaming hot, which is half the battle. Nothing worse than lukewarm dim sum, right? Just kept grabbing stuff as it rolled past. Pointed, nodded, tried not to get run over by a cart lady on a mission. It’s organized chaos, really. You just gotta embrace it. Ate way too much, obviously. That feeling when you lean back, totally stuffed, thinking maybe one more egg tart wouldn’t hurt… then deciding against it. Barely.
Wrapping It Up
Finally waved down someone for the bill. Always takes a few tries. They stamped the card, tallied up the damage. Wasn’t too bad, considering the mountain of bamboo steamers on the table. Paid up, shuffled out feeling about ten pounds heavier. Walked out into the sunshine, blinked a bit. Felt good, you know? That Saturday dim sum fix, sorted for another week. It’s just one of those simple things, hitting the spot. Already thinking about next weekend, maybe try that place across town everyone talks about. Or maybe just stick to the usual. We’ll see.
