Erin and I haven't eaten any Chinese food since arriving here, so I made an effort to go down to Chinatown tonight. I smelled the rotting fish as soon as the subway car pulled into the station. Ah, Chinatown. We went to Prosperity, a dumpling house. There is not much to it. It's a tiny shop with a four foot wide counter to order at.
I ordered 20 dumplings and a sesame pancake for a total of $5.50. Wow. I can't argue with the price.
The food was good too. It's nearly impossible to find good dumplings in the US, but Prosperity does a good job. They aren't as good as the ones in Hong Kong, but I would go back, especially for the price.
Perhaps the more interesting part was eating them in the park. We sat on a bench and ate dinner next to a group of teenage boys. It was quite the interesting group. One was black, one Hispanic, and one Indian. They were screaming at each other in nearly unintelligible speech. Sure, we were eating in a park attached to public housing, but it was pretty strange. I just don't remember screaming in broken English to my friends for half an hour.
New sights and sounds every day!
I ordered 20 dumplings and a sesame pancake for a total of $5.50. Wow. I can't argue with the price.
The food was good too. It's nearly impossible to find good dumplings in the US, but Prosperity does a good job. They aren't as good as the ones in Hong Kong, but I would go back, especially for the price.
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| Leftover dumplings. Ignore the Sriracha spill in the bottom. |
New sights and sounds every day!
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