dim sum

My friend Patrick made blog post about the lack of good dim sum options in central PA and better alternatives in DC.

This is the comment I’d make if his neat homespun wiki/blog software would let me:

One very prominent childhood memory is eating dim sum at a frantic restaurant in Toronto’s Chinatown with my Dad’s side of the family.  Relations with them always seemed tense, but they definitely smoothed over food.  My dad is the same way, I guess.  One time, my band went out for vegetarian dim sum in Philadelphia, along with my parents.  My father is typically stern and frugal to a fault, but during the meal, he was super-sociable and at the end, he paid for everyone.  This left one bandmate asking, “What the hell happened to your dad?”