Finding Little Three Happinesses: Chinatown, NYC
Walking around lower Manhattan last Sunday, The Wife, Middle Daughter, and I were all somewhat cross. It was rainy, we were wandering aimlessly, and each was blaming each other for the bad vibes (not overtly, but one could tell that one was both blaming and being blamed).
Then we stumbled into Chinatown and stopped at the first place we saw. Dumplings were four for a buck, so we got eight.
This made Middle Daughter very happy, and we all liked the little dumplings quite a lot, even though we had to eat them outside because the place was so small that it hardly accommodated the three occupied stools and counter top.
The dumplings had variable texture, kind of like a good Neapolitan pizza: soft here and there, crusty around the edges, toothsome, crisp, sometimes filled with deliciously oily juice and sometimes not. I like that in a food: unpredictable pleasures.
We’d been lost in the rain and rankling, and with this small place, good vibes broke back into the day. I didn’t get the address; it was somewhere on Mosco near Mulberry. I don’t ever need to go there again, as there are, no doubt, like the man says, “little happinesses waiting to be discovered in restaurants all over the city.” Any city.
Hammond
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