Pension Babe and I tried to get some deep fried milk after a $2 Tuesday (but it's not) movie. The place was full. She pointed out Ding Tai Fung and suggested they served up some good Shanghai style dumplings.
"The kind with the water in them?"
"Yes."
I had those several times in Seoul at a Shanghai dumpling place in Myeong Dong and was keen to try them again.
I let Pension Babe do the ordering. Well, she hid the english menu from me and claimed there was only a Chinese tick sheet. Like I'm going to over rule her choice?
She loaded up on all kinds of comfort food she enjoyed as a child in HK. Life hasn't fully gone her way lately, despite my efforts. Why can't some women just let you tie them to a chair and let you ooze goodness all over them?
I've already realized if Pension Babe doesn't know how to describe something she just compares it to a donut. "This is like a donut wrapped in rice." The donut wrapped in rice wasn't so great. The rice was dry. It met with neither my inexperienced approval nor Pension Babe's.
Next up was a loaf of bread you dip in sweet and condensed milk. "This is like a donut you dip in sweet milk. I used to order this all the time just to drink the milk. My mother eventually figured out I just liked the milk and she'd order me that instead of wasting so much bread."
The dumpling mains came. Pension Babe thought their quality had slid over the years. I thought they were pretty good.
The green onion pancakes came and were not compared to a donut.
Dessert was these amazing Asian sort of choux pastry balls filled with some bean goup. "These are like donuts with white powdered sugar," Pension Babe explained. Pension Babe snatched the plate away and dumped as much white sugar on her Asian sort of choux pastry balls. They didn't beat the ass off deep fried milk. But pretty good for a night after Bad Teacher at the lousy First Markham Place theater.