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A great dinner...a Bad Dream...
4/26/2005 3:54 pm Last Read: |
Last night I took myself out for dinner across town, to a little dumpling house in the Outer Sunset. A neighborhood remote to my own, and not very hopping. Sorry, Sunsetters, if any are reading this, but you know ya didnt move the hell out to the FogBelt for the swinging times. But this is the only place Ive found to get Shanghai Dumplings. A type of dumpling rarified, a cipher, an anomaly, in the dumpling world. So, a couple of times a month, I drag my butt over there. I had only read about said morsels prior to living in SF, but once I did, I knew I had to have them. Upon arriving I am, as usual, the only non-Chinese person there. A middle-aged lady ladles from a big gray bowl of congee. Another lady grasps wriggling slippery glistening slabs of glutinous noodles deftly with chopsticks. I take my accustomed place in the back dining area. It is lit with fluorescent lights, and is not the place to be for the romantic dinner for two. This is more the place you go on the 5th date, once you are sure theyve already seen you in the cold cruel light of day. I order the Shanghai dumplings, and decide to try some shrimp chow mien as well. No veggies. I cant take the risk of bean sprouts showing up and ruining an otherwise mellow evening. I break out the screenplay I am reading for a friend, and await my food. The chow-mien arrives first, and I sample it. The noodles are flagrantly fresh: stretch, chewy and tasty. The noodles are a bit spicy, which is a nice surprise. Most restaurants catering to a broad spectrum of folks bland down their noodles. These are really good. Then, ahh .the main event. Even though they are meant to be appetizers. A large bamboo steamer, lined with gracefully wilted cabbage draped exhausted and gleaming, on the bottom. Ten tiny tents of tantalizing tastiness are evenly distributed on the crenellated greenish surface of the leaves. Next to the steaming steamer is placed a dish of light shoyu with slender shreds of ginger. A soup bowl and spoon complete the gathering. I have my ritual in place. The first dumpling is placed, carefully, into the bowl, and anointed with a few drops of the gingery shoyu. Swirled around to cool it a bit, and to gain momentum. I take a cooling breath and slip it in my mouth. It is warm on the outside, but brace myself for the inevitable shock as my teeth break through the delicate yet resilient skin of the dumpling wrapper. You never know exactly when but hai! There it is. A squirt of hot soup on the tongue. Shanghai dumplings, you see, have soup inside them, along with a sliver of spices and meat. They are amazing feats of engineering, and each dumpling is always a tiny adventure. Will it make it to your mouth whole? Will the soup inside have already been sacrificed to the capricious Kitchen Gods? Will you scald your mouth irretrievably?! None can say. This evening, Im lucky, and manage to have 9 put of 10 of the adventures go off without a hitch. I couldnt finish all of the chow mean it will be supper tomorrow. I had to wait a while but the 38 bus finally came. There is an old, old lady on the bus who amused herself by clicking her dentures. I did not find this soothing. I pass a deli that has erred on the side of listing their wares in their entirety and sacrificed spacing, so it looks a lot like they sell PASTRIES BEVERAGES HOT DOG SOUP WINE. What sort of beverages would pastries drink if they could I muse and what wine does one serve with hot dog soup ? The 38 bus passes Kaiser Permanente, and the massive outdoor semi-permanent trailed that houses the MRI unit where I had my knee scanned not long ago. I asked the tech, at the time, why the MRI was in a trailer. In the parking lot. He explained that the magnets are so powerful that they would wipe clean all computers within the building unless it was contained in a special room. Hence, it is outside. Now I recalled hearing, back in my wilder youth when I ran around with wild lesbians and even wilder JPL rocket scientists that magnets that powerful could cause temporary sterility. I wonder if the people working across the way from the trailer have problems knocking up their wives and such I have to switch busses, and I am so distracted by the 2005 Lamborghini Murcilago Roadster in a showroom, in my favourite color of yellow, and available for a mere $349,445 that I run on the bus without looking at the front. I squeeze in next to a dude on a cell phone, but as soon as another seat opens up, I move to it. Squeezy man is now staring at my chest. I ignore him and mercifully find a target for my attention, as a young Indian man next to me is sketching. Picasso-esque drawings of profiles, eyes, faces. He is pretty good. He seems to be sketching the woman in front of him. I almost work up the courage to ask him for one, but he gets off of the bus before I reach my courage threshold. I am woozy with the small of diesel fumes, and it is that that alerts me to the fact I am on the wrong bus. The bus I should be on is electric. As I am getting off of the bus, I miss two busses going in my direction. I shake my head, a frustrated. Just as I get to the corner, I realize that I am in the process of missing YET ANOTHER bus, one that had been about 3 minutes behind the bus I had foolishly jumped. At this point, I have to laugh. Waiting at the bus stop homeboy in a pimped out Escalade with spinning rims sits, ringing his head and waiting for me to admire his ride. As much as my shiny-object meter DOES want to gaze upon the ostentations gas guzzling bell-and-whistle-bass-speakers-of-doom-pimpmobile, I refuse. I dont want to give him the satisfaction, dammit! I am bored, and cold, I pull up CNN on my phone to read the headlines .Loggins and Messina are reunited and touring, my entertainment news says. Everything else in the world is pretty bad news, CNN says. But the spate of Summer blockbusters will be coming at us soon .Charlie and the Chocolate Factory Hitchhikers Guide Revenge of the Sith I did recently see Kung Fu Hustle, and HIGHLY recommend it to all you action movie fans. It is one of the most entertaining movies I have ever seen! I finally get home, and I am exhausted. I dont feel like blogging, so I scan my email, and read the advice lines here on ALT. Some of the replies, to the (few) legitimate questions are so jaw-droppingly bad I feel compelled to post. I am dehydrated. I think I fell asleep. I hope I did. If I didnt fall asleep, then my flat is haunted. There was a knocking at the end of the hall that wasnt my roommate, or my cats. The cats looked anxiously at me, and I laughed a bit crazily Dont worry about it it is just the Doctor. Hes come to see Enrique. My roomie has been sick, and I suppose somewhere in my addled brain, I thought that would explain the odd knocking. I became agitated, so I went to bed. I dream, I am certain at this point among the disaster area that is my bedroom; I see one of my cats, Biggs, sitting with his back to me. He is shivering as though he was being struck with a cold, wet wind. I pick him up, his yellow eyes wide with fear. What is the matter, Biggs? I asked. And I heard his voice in my mind, clear as he was speaking aloud Its the Doctor, Mommy and hes come back to see me I was terrified. I tried to wake myself up, but all I could do was hold the cat and listen to the knocking down the hall. This morning the whole incident seems so confused and jumbled. I do know one thing, L have not felt to scared in my own home in many, many years.  Mollena
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4/26/2005 6:41 pm |
if you ever are in NYC - Joe's Shanghai Dumplings - Bayard St NYC thanks for the daily posts -
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 4/26/2005 7:05 pm |
OoooOOOooo....next time I go home, I am ALL over those sons-of-bitches. Thanks, monkeygirl69!! Mollena
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4/27/2005 11:43 am |
I do dig SF, Jess! Then again, I am one of those easily amused people, and can find adventure pretty much anyplace  I have had, several times in my life, dreams that were precursors to situations in which I found myself later in life. I used to have several recurring dreams in my childhood that made little sense to me. One was of me being in a place as a grown up, a place that was big and smoky and dark, and smelled really strange. There were thousands of people waiting for something, and they were dressed in clothes from all different time periods, and some of the men were dressed like girls. I had this dream from the age of 5, at least once a year, and it wasn't scary, just odd. When I was about 26, I was living in SoCal. My then boyfriend am me drove up to the Bay Area to visit friends, and that night we went out to a big event. After we Mollena
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4/27/2005 12:47 pm |
Indeed, prescottlker...it can be well-nigh impossibe to shake those off. That HAS to be the same place!! Aren't they awesome?!?! NowI wanna hear about your trip with your ...ahem..."straight" friend, back in the day..I'll be stalkin' yer blog!! {=} Mollena
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4/28/2005 7:28 am |
you look like a good diner.I beat your pussy tastes great.what are your thoughts on a nite of your pussy being eaten and you ass being fucked?
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5/1/2005 8:11 pm |
MistressWestLA, I hear THAT. I was just too amused to pull the post. Hilarious!!! Mollena
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