On Thursday, I was still out at 3 am which meant (I realized in a moment of utmost epiphany) the storied early morning dim sum place would only just be opening. This was thrilling stuff. We all know early-morning food is the finest on the planet (I’m looking at you Golden Nugget, and you, Clarks, and even you, Veselka.) So I did the only appropriate thing: I whined like a baby until enough people got the hint and abandoned the bar in search of the BEST DIM SUM ON EARTH.
The keeper of the address refused to come with but swore all we had to do was tell Sichurn the motodop that we wanted to go to “the dim sum place.”
Three minutes later, we were in the general area at a restaurant boasting all of the trappings of the finest food palace in earth. Hopped off the moto, stared at the fish tanks, ogled the SUVs, threw open the menu and…
Alas, it was not meant to be.
Not a single dim sum-like morsel graced the pages. Oh we asked. “Dim sum? Um, like, har gao? Do you know dumpling? Dumpling, like” and then, I kid you not, we pantomimed dumpling. Dumplings, it turns out, are not something that can be conveyed with hand motions.
Fortunately the place otherwise fit our exacting requirements (It’s open! There’s edibles!) We feasted like kings on monstrous platters of noodles. The bowl on the right is only a medium. Then I went home and slept like a baby. A baby who didn’t really get what she wanted. Any locals know where the hell the dim sum place is?
