Chinese food in New York City
While we were waiting for our first course, we asked the waiter to bring us something quick to eat since we were starving. It was after 4 p.m and our last intake of food occured at 7 a.m. The waiter kindly brought us a bean sprout salad and a bowl of soybeans. We smothered them in soy sauce and cleaned the plates. The snails were tiny, delivered in a large shallow bowl. There must have been at least 50. We couldn’t figure how to remove them from the shell. When we asked the waiter told us to suck them out. We couldn’t do it. We tried with toothpicks. It was awful and laborious and when we finally got one out, it looked like the grubworms we dig up at the ranch to use for fish bait. But we ate them. It took forever to get one out. At one point I was prepared to send them back rather than let them go to waste. But Texas girls don’t give up. We finally mastered a semblance of mastery and managed to eat them all. It was a chore. By then we were exhausted and split an order of fresh sea bass. It was delicious. The sauce in which it was cooked was light and tasty. By then we had established a rapport with all the waiters and were given a complimentary dessert. It was a soupy bowl of red beans, coconut and tapioca. We ate it out of politeness. It wasn’t that good. The bill was right at $100 which included a small bottle of sake. After inquiring how to buy knockoffs, very illegal in New York City, we took to the streets to break the law.