GWiv's Phoenix dim sum recommendation was met with instant enthusiasm, combining avoidance of Easter brunching clans lined up at omelet stations sporting extravagant bonnets, and an overall out-of-the-usual-rut locale and cuisine, where brunch is concerned.
Herewith a brief and probably frustratingly undetailed report.
Topline notes: Seated immediately at 10:15. The room was humming, but no line. General mood: welcoming, bright, family vibe. Large corner table by the window.
At first, the carts came a bit slowly (my out-of-town friend was briefly concerned that either we were too early, or badly situated), but the pace picked up rapidly to the point where we were soon overwhelmed.
The reason for the sketchiness of this report is that amid the general dining din, the wait-persons, to a man (and woman) spoke in heavily accented whispers which transoformed almost every dish into a mystery, wrapped in an enigma, inside of a wonton skin.
The fried taro/shrimp balls were crunchy, hot, not too oily.
Something with a purely veg. filling, lying in a crepe-like wrapper measuring roughly 2X5 was delicious. Unctuous sauce and wrapper, crispy filling.
Strips of squid came in what I can only describe as classic biscuits 'n' gravy sauce (thick, heavily black peppered, grayish gravy), and were very good.
Spring rolls arrived absolutely piping hot to excellent effect.
Ditto chunks of eggplant in a garlicy sauce.
There were flavorful, juicy meatballs of pork and seafood sitting sort of on top of an egg noodl/wontony base that were delicious.
Chicken rolls were a ground chicken filling, falling immediatly out of a wrapper that was like an enormous thick, flat rice noodle.
Again, this is sort of useless to say being so utterly general, but there were many other fillings, wrapped in doughs, and very well fried.
Though I have seen mixed reports in the past, nothing arrived old or cold.
For the adventurous, there were also chicken feet and a tripe dish that I didn't sample.
Our sole (and soul) disappointment was that the bbq spareribs didn't appear till we were full and paying our check. Would have loved a crack at them.
Looking forward to a return.
As we emerged, around 11:45, the line was down the stairs and out the door. So, timing is everything: early enough to get in, late enough to get the good stuff. (Or just pace yourself carefully once seated.)
On the way out, I passed a woman from my office who is from Hong Kong and who enthusiastically endorsed our having been there. FWIW.
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