Jon couldn't wait to try out the places Pam and In-Young took me on Tuesday night, so this morning we planned a little trip to Chinatown on the way to Brooklyn.
Heading down Seventh Avenue--just across from Sheridan Square--we passed this scene. An art installation? The results of an overeager cabbie? Who knows, but I couldn't resist snapping a pic of this woman checking for a dial tone. (As Cindy Adams says, "Only in New York kids, only in New York.") Every weekend walk has to start with a stop at Doughnut Plant. But the place was shuttered, and our plan for a breakfast of doughnuts was foiled! Closed for vacation? Until September 5th? How could they!? Doughnutless, we headed for our next stop.
I must have told Jon "I think it's this block" at least three times before I found New Wonton Garden again. The food is so good and costs so little. These gigantic bowls of soup were only $7 apiece.
Noodle time...with chopsticks! And, as promised, I'm wearing the T-shirt that Pam and In-Young gave me. (Thanks again, you two!)
The next stop in our Tuesday night dinner redux was Teariffic for bubble tea and toast with condensed milk. Jon was so happy with his tea that he spent most of the afternoon talking about what we was going to order next time and the time after that...and the time after that. (Anyone know if there's a 12-step program for bubble tea?)
Our final stop in Chinatown before heading over the bridge to Brooklyn was at Fay Da Bakery for pork buns. Oh. My. God. These were dangerously good--the closest thing to linguica rolls I've ever tasted. Pam and In-Young raved about this tasty babies, and I needed to try one. Unfortunately, though, the bakery was closed when we three stopped by on Tuesday night. But it was open Saturday morning! The bun is slightly sweet and light as air. (It's very similar to the bready part of a linguica roll.) The filling was like a Chinese BBQ pulled-pork sandwich: a little bit sweet, a little bit savory, and just plain delicious!
And so, our bellies full, we waddled over the Brooklyn Bridge and up to Prospect Park. But with daylight shrinking, storm clouds gathering, and gnats swarming, we decided to take the train home. I hope it didn't rain on this bride's wedding day in Grand Army Plaza!