Oldman and I figured we'd continue our trend of eating at Chinese restaurants during holidays when everyone else is doing some pre-prescribed holiday thing. (We ate at a Chinese restaurant on Christmas night as well.) Plus he's kind of been jonesing for dim sum in a big way lately, and I figured the only way to get him to stop mumbling "dim sum" under his breath was to go ahead and give the man some.
Entering The Silver Fountain restaurant on a Sunday afternoon for brunch was like going to Rita's on free italian ice day - except with more Chinese food and less italian ice. But the crowds, the chaos, and the noise were about the same.
A squished 20 minutes in line, and we were seated. Within 30 seconds, the first cart came by with a bunch of little plates, being pushed by a small, Chinese woman who was starting impatiently at us to make our choice. I didn't really understand what was happening, so just pointed to something that looked noodley.
After just a few minutes, and several more carts, our table looked like this:
I hadn't eaten anything yet today, so this was technically breakfast. Oldman informs me that Dim Sum is traditionally a breakfast/brunch type thing anyway. Nothing about this seemed like breakfast. I was highly aware of the cultural difference of eating what grows in a country where rice, root vegetables, and seafood prevail. The agricultural hallmarks of a European breakfast (eggs, sausage, pancakes, bagels, etc.) were noticeably absent.
A small list of what we ended up with:
- turnip cake with bits of pork
- taro root cakes
- rice noodle with beef
- fried crab balls
- chinese broccoli
- fried tofu shrimp cakes
- pork buns
- salt and pepper shrimp
This was the aftermath of our meal:
And these, our overflowing leftovers: