Stephanie O.
Yelp
I think Yelp needs to introduce collaborative reviews, where I can blather on about food and someone else (in this case, Allan C.) can come behind and edit my rants and raves into something coherent.
Why? Because when it comes to Dim Sum, I really have no idea what I'm talking about. But I'm going to try, because Wei Hong deserves it. They're THAT good.
Anyway, I grabbed a friend and we met Allan C. and his wife here for some Dim Sum awesomeness. Sunday Funday, y'all.
The place itself is pretty epic. Apparently it used to be a theater? Lots of seating and such.
The way Dim Sum works is as follows: a bunch of carts are pushed around by the waiters and waitresses. You pick what you want from the cart, and it's placed on your table. They write down on your ticket what you chose, and at the end, you go to the front counter to pay. Pretty neat, right?
Some highlights of what I tried:
egg tart (SO good!)
BBQ pork bun (amazing)
duck tongue (it looked crazy -- it was served in the actual duck bill -- but it was actually really delicious!)
I also had some sort of sweet tofu soup (I absolutely LOVED it), some other type of porridge-like soup (delicious and perfect for winter), some sort of fried taro thing (super potato-ey and amazing), and a few different types of shrimp dumplings.
But the star of the show for me? The fried chitlins! Oh my gosh. OH MY GOSH. What are chitlins, you ask? They're pig intestines. It sounds weird (and I guess it is!), but I grew up on chitlins. Every Thanksgiving, baby! And until yesterday, I totally thought that chitlins (okay, they're technically called 'chitterlings' but no one calls them that) were only a black thing. Nope. Allan informed me that it's also a Chinese thing. Um...awesome. But I digress.
These were prepared like I've never seen them prepared. They were coated in a crunchy breading and served with pickled cabbage. If I wasn't super full at that point, I would have gobbled down more. They. Were. So. Good.
Anyway, as you can tell by my mangled descriptions of all the food I had (minus the chitlins -- I KNOW WHAT THOSE ARE!), Dim Sum is the kind of thing where you should bring someone who knows what they're doing. Anna and Allan were conversing with the waiters in Chinese as the carts went by, and me and my friend just kind of sat there, with our goofy American grins. But it totally worked. I'll eat whatever you put in front of me. Just make sure it's good.
And it was. Boy...it was. Can we do this more often?