Sharon T.
Yelp
I came here during my first trip to Chicago with my mother, many years ago, hoping to try what was then called some of "Chicago's finest Chinese-style pastries".
Like many Asian mothers, mine keeps her taste buds pretty traditional (and picky) and prefers to eat Asian foods--even better if Chinese. We popped in here to get some of those 50-cent egg tarts, pineapple buns, and hot dog buns for breakfast. It was not good. But God were they so damn cheap. The crust was not flaky and the hot dog buns were boring--they both were boring, actually. I crossed this place off and lived and learned.
Fast-forward many, many years later and a few visits to Chicago under (below?) my belt, I have managed to avoid getting my Chinese pastry fix here.
So, what gives? I stopped in Chinatown specifically to get a drink from Joy Yee right before I hopped on the CTA to the airport. Got my drink. Do I need a light snack to hold me over for the next few hours? Oh, yes I do. Dammit, I have less than 10 minutes to get back to the subway station--my slow-ass legs can't dash to Chiu Quon in time. So, I ended up going to the only place I know--that place being Saint Anna.
Here we go.
First, I gotta give them credit for keeping it old school. I still love the old-school Chinese-style dingy interiors that I can barely even find in New York bakeries nowadays.
I got a hot dog bun. Then, I saw the egg tarts. "Hmm," I thought. "Maybe I'll prank my mom and give this as a souvenir since she said to bring her back something." Alright, I'll have two of those. The lady literally shoved those two egg tarts in the flimsy paper bag, and on top of my hot dog bun. I also have no idea how she managed to charge me an extra five cents when I bought those egg tarts.
Well, I got hungry on the plane. And by hungry, I mean I ate one of my mom's souvenirs, which were now crumbling all over. The egg tarts are exactly the way I remember it: bad. Stale. Low-quality. A softer, wet biscuit. Shitty. I can go on, but what did I really expect for a dollar? By the time I got home, it couldn't hold on anymore and looked like I just gave up and sat on it. My mom couldn't even look at it and might've tossed it in the trash, because she really thought it was trash.
Ladies and gents, that's how a prank backfires on you. And now I'm just finding out that I could've taken a chance on this place called Captain Cafe that was directly right across Saint Anna.