On Sunday morning Mr. Ass called me. I didn't answer my phone, as I had been asleep. But it did wake me up, and it was kind of late, so I texted him and asked him what was up. He suggested dim sum pretty much immediately, so I got dressed and we zipped on over (minus the zipping) to Chinatown. We had a relatively good spot, though the fry cart came awfully late and I never saw any pork shumai. Maybe it's time to switch it up and give Ocean Harbor, or one of the places that say dim sum in big letters on Washington Avenue a shot.
Full and dim sum coma-ey did we get. Thanks to Mr. Ass for getting me up and satiating a dim sum craving!
On Sunday morning Mr. Ass called me. I didn't answer my phone, as I had been asleep. But it did wake me up, and it was kind of late, so I texted him and asked him what was up. He suggested dim sum pretty much immediately, so I got dressed and we zipped on over (minus the zipping) to Chinatown. We had a relatively good spot, though the fry cart came awfully late and I never saw any pork shumai. Maybe it's time to switch it up and give Ocean Harbor, or one of the places that say dim sum in big letters on Washington Avenue a shot.
Full and dim sum coma-ey did we get. Thanks to Mr. Ass for getting me up and satiating a dim sum craving!
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