We rolled out of bed a little late today, and rounded up the boys to go into the City for topside tours, offered as part of Fleet Week.
Unfortunately for us, we arrived too late.
Luckily, it’s never too late for dim sum. As long as it’s before 10:00 PM.
We were really hungry, because we walked all the way to Pier 37 since the F was so crowded. Condiments were eaten while we waited for the food to arrive.
Eating a dumpling is a difficult tactical decision, requiring careful forethought and planning. It’s not the sort of thing you want to plunge into. Cap’n Raspberry here is a master of the barbequed pork bun, such that dumplings all over the City are known to quail in fear as he strides by.
Some of us are more intrepid. Cap’n Raspberry’s brother, Cap’n Boysenberry, plunges into his dumplings with a vigor that is truly delightful to see.
After our meal, we were all too fat to move, so some reading was in order while we sipped at tea. The Scarab is reading one of the Wheel of Time books while Cap’n Boysenberry is reading a newspaper put out by the revolutionary communist party.
I’m just glad there were no patrons in the restaurant to get upset by our antics. We got pretty riled up.
Location: Hang Ah Tea Room on Sacramento Street
Dumplings Eaten: Hang Ah Barbequed Pork Buns, Lotus Steamed Buns, Seasame Balls, Fried Shrimp in Bean Cake Skin, Dumplings in Rabbit Shape, Spring Rolls (not strictly dumplings, I know), Hang Su Gok.
Fortune: Recognize when it is advisable to compromise in bed.