Before I begin, I believe some apologies are in order. First, for what is going to seem like repetition. I realize that my last post involved Chinese food, but, bear with me because that is also going to be the topic of this post. It’s not that I love Chinese food (I do), but it’s that circumstances have conspired in such a way that cuisine from that particular Asian country has made up a large portion of my notable meals as of late. Second, an apology to any and all of my friends in the greater Chicagoland area. As you will see from the following paragraphs, I spent some time in the city lately. Had there been more time, you can rest assured I would have called. But the primary purpose of my visit was to celebrate my aunt’s 65th birthday. The only other thing I had time for was eating some seriously awesome Chinese food. (See apology #1).
By now two things are clear: 1) I was in Chicago and 2) I was eating Chinese. Many of you may have already deduced that I was in Chinatown. The why may be less apparent. I was there because my sister had given me a gift certificate for a food tour. I could have used it in many different cities, but Tania and I decided that the Chinatown tour sounded the most awesome out of our options. (We were correct.) So it was that we found ourselves last Sunday at the corner of Wentworth and Cermak awaiting our tour guide from Chicago Food Planet.
From top – Tarrow Puff, Shao Mai, and Char Sui Bao
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