My 🕺bf is sooo hot! Am always telling him, I wonton-ly you.
My frequent food crawl partner-in-crime has a knack for charming the proprietors of all the l'il 🥟dumpling dives we frequent. Usually by saying something so 😜ridiculous, often with the help of lots of gesturing, that it transcends even the most seemingly insurmountable language barrier. By the end of our meal, everyone is often 🤣laughing.
With that in mind, 'Mama,' the force of nature, who along with her husband, helms this 🍜noodle house, welcomed us enthusiastically and there was giggling abound (who, me?) even before we began eating. I went silent, though, once I tasted those 🌶hot & spicy wontons. They were that delicious. They were bathed in a heady, cilantro-strewn, Szechuan peppercorn-laced broth that hinted of sesame oil and all that is good and right in this world. The wontons, stuffed with 🦐shrimp and pork, were packed with flavor. I hate to diss my beloved Queens, but these were better than anything I've tried there. Way better.
Beef 🥣soup, boasting tender meat and equally slurp-worthy broth, was marred ever so slightly by soft noodles v. the chewy ones I prefer. Light, greaseless scallion pancakes, however, made for a 🤗welcome respite from the gut-bombs that typify so many Chinese eateries. The entire restaurant, which offers minimal seating, is as big as my living room. Thus, am willing to wager 'Mama' uses every inch of unoccupied space to fill dumplings and wontons when opportunity strikes.
After eating here, all I can say is there should be a constant rotation of butts in every single seat and then some. If you even remotely like wontons, what are you waiting for? 😋😋😋 - 6 hours ago