Mmm… Magic Dim Sum

My wife always wants dim sum, and I rarely do, for several reasons:

  • I believe dim sum is best enjoyed in large groups, as you can sample more food, and you are less likely to have a mouth full of food when you need to order off the cart of food you want, since there are more people available to order things.
  • Even if you have a lot of people with you, getting constantly interrupted by people pushing carts and having to eye what has come out and is coming around all the time takes away from the meal and conversation.
  • If you come at the wrong time, the food won’t come out in the right order.

Yes, there are dim sum places that have little order forms instead of carts, but none of those near us have any good-tasting food. And, yes, there are times we’ve been able to gather up a group of friends to go with.

Yesterday, we lucked out, though. We were only two people. We were constantly interrupted by cart-pushers. But the dim sum was magic. Everything we wanted came out piping hot from the kitchen in just the right order (not dessert first and vegetables and shrimp later). And it tasted good.

I’m still not a big fan of dim-sum-for-two. But I like magic-dim-sum-for-two.


The way to a man’s heart

When I was growing up, I never understood that saying about the way to a man’s heart being through his stomach. I got it intellectually. I knew it meant it’s about feeding the man to make him happy. I just didn’t get it get it.

It’s sad to say, but when I was growing up, I didn’t eat much good food. Neither of my parents prided themselves on being cooks. And when we ate out, it tended to be at chain restaurants instead of local mom-and-pop eateries. Pizza Hut is what we considered gourmet.

Generally, my wife and I fix our own meals (we don’t have similar food tastes). We also tend not to fit into traditional gender roles. But I do feel like that stereotypical think-with-your-stomach man every now and then. Last night was one of those nights. Every time I have one of Park Chow‘s apple pies a la mode, I’m in food heaven and definitely feel the link between my stomach and my heart. I hope my wife wasn’t too embarrassed that I practically licked the plate clean.

Park… Chow… apple pie…