stephen and i had gotten into the city a bit early and in an attempt to come in out of the rain, we stopped off at Barracuda for a dirty Martini (ok, he had water and i had a martini) to wait for the girls. a little bit later, we met them in front of the best Chinese restaruant in Manhattan: Grand Sichaun (on 24th and 9th). we had taken MS there a couple of months ago and she's been asking me for weeks when we were going back; she was hooked, after tasting their signature delicacy: the soup dumpling.
i can't say i blame her, these things really are addictive. the 1st time stephen took me for them, i pestered him for months afterward. in case you haven't figured it out, they're dumplings...filled...with blistering hot soup. seriously. you can't make this up. delictable chunks of pork or crabmeat floating in absolutely intoxicating pork broth, wrapped in a perilously thin 
membrane of dough. they even have a diagram hanging on the wall to teach you how to eat them without burning off half your face (yeah, they're that hot). we also ordered Glass Noodles with Spicy Pork, Tea-Stained Duck and Sauteed Baby Bok Choi; all of which were delicious in their own right and worth a golf-clap. as usual, the service was bad, but to be honest after dipping into the little sacks of nirvana, sitting in the bamboo steamer, you really could care less.
"yes to food is yes to life"~ Eat the Menu (the Sugarcubes)
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They were DAMN GOOD too!
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