My mom's birthday was yesterday. We celebrated with the best soup dumpling ever at the Shanghai Cafe in Chinatown.
We also learned that if you have a waitress who (no judgement) doesn't speak English, she will assume anything you say is a request for water or forks.
As a last ditch resort, the waitress will also bring you spoons before giving up and going to find the waiter with the perfect English, who will take your order.
The whole experience made me feel for my toddler who pretty much lives this over and over again every mealtime at our house. He jabbers, I bring him a glass of water. What? You're still talking? Bring him a fork. And then eventually if he is still trying to tell me something, that's right, I bring him a spoon. And then he, brings me a tantrum. Finally, I understand your frustration, kid. I really do.
Luckily, our experience ended free of tantrums. And full of the best soup dumplings ever.
And now, for old photo fun, my mom and me in the 1970s:
Happy Birthday, Mom!
I'm taking a trip down memory lane every Friday until I get bored of digging around my old photos, or until I run out of material.
Have you ever tried soup dumplings? And if you have, tell me the best place to get them!