It’s unfortunate: One of our most enjoyable meals in San Francisco is also the one that I feel least qualified to describe. I was thrilled when the Carnivore’s brother and sister-in-law suggested a dim sum lunch—I’d had a few such establishments on my to-try list and had been secretly hoping to go with a couple of pros—but I knew I’d probably do it a disservice with my reportage.
Bob and Nicole joined the four of us for what would turn out to be a whole lot of food. This, friends, is the calm before the storm.
We started with shrimp-stuffed crab claws, Chinese broccoli, shrimp dumplings, and rice noodles with pork. I think. Someone correct me if I’m wrong; the plates filled the table too quickly for me to keep track.
Next came string beans, pea shoots, shrimp-stuffed eggplant, roast-pork buns, scallion pancakes, and more dumplings with various fillings. (A rogue dish of fruit snuck in there somehow, but in the welcoming spirit of the experience, we didn’t kick it off the table.)
We said yes to noodles (peeking out above left), Shanghai meat dumplings, little nubbins of pork, maybe stewed? I was in a daze at this point—a food coma couldn’t be far behind.
Though the tray-bearing waitresses and heavily laden carts kept making their rounds, we accepted just two final plates—sugar-coated donuts and a dish of sweet, silken tofu—and managed to turn down the rest of the offerings without so much as a glimpse under the lids.
I think I speak for our entire party when I say that we all could’ve used a nap. Instead, the Carnivore and I said goodbye to his family and loaded into Bob and Nicole’s car (with their dog, Maebe—quite possibly the cutest dachshund in the world) for a leisurely afternoon of wine-tasting in Sonoma. It was a struggle, but we managed somehow.
I know. I couldn’t believe it either.
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