I said tiny right? There is just enough room for a bottom to pass by the tables which are set up along one wall. The menu is a mystery to me and I got strange looks when I was trying to read it using my iphone and Waygo - I think there’s tripe on there but this first time was all about the xialongbao.
A kind local did take pity on me and explain that there were only pork ones available – I wasn’t too upset because these eight morsels of piggy heaven were 7RMB. I’ll save you the bother of the maths – that’s $1.25 ish in real money.
It never ceases to amaze me how these dumplings don’t stick to the bottom of the baskets and split as you pick them up.
It’s one of the many mysteries of living in Shanghai.
Here’s one last totally gratuitous xialongbao shot. Can you see how thin the pastry is??!!
In the wash up:
What’s good: Errrrrrr…….need you ask?
What’s not so great: My embarrassing lack of Mandarin after 8 months here is limiting my culinary explorations. Not the chef’s problem obviously…
Where: Spitting distance to Fuxing Lu market. When in Rome……
No English spoken. No English menu. Pointing and smiling works.
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