Dim Sum and snow
Last night Charley phoned to say that if we were interested in seeing him before Passover, how about all going out for dim sum? So we arranged to meet Anne in the morning , bring her over to Charley's, and all go in to Chinatown.
The place to go is China Pearl. It's on the second and third floors, maybe on Tyler Street, right in the middle of Chinatown. If you don't get there early you and dozens of Asian families can wait for half an hour on the stairs before being seated. We were at Anne's promptly by 10:06 (in my book, that's promptly when you're expected at 10:05), got to the restaurant before 10:30, and were seated immediately
The deal at China Pearl is that the wait staff wheels around carts of food, mostly in little bamboo steamers. They tell you what they have, and you either tell them how many servings you want or say “no, thanks,” and wait for another cart with a different selection. When you are first seated you get a card which becomes your bill; the waitresses stamp the card in the section appropriate to the dish you got, and when you're done someone adds up the amounts. There's also lots of tea in the picture. You can stuff yourself on little steamed buns, shrimp-filled pasta, and sticky rice balls, and still end up paying under $10 per person.
I collapsed (not enough sleep last night) when we got home, and finally roused myself to get to work on income tax. After a while I went outside to work some more on the landscape timbers. Yesterday I had started off with a long sleeved thermal knit undershirt under a flannel shirt and switched to a T-shirt as soon as I started working outside. Today, what was that in the air? Snow! The temperature had been 76 yesterday, and was 34 this afternoon. I retreated inside to do more of my taxes. I did eventually get eleven more feet of timber in place around the garden. It's New England, where we say, “if you don't like the weather, stick around ten minutes.”
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