Saturday is the new Sunday: Eating Asian bites is always a favorite of mine.
Delicious little pigs and shrimps all bundled up in wonton wrappers. Who wouldn't love these little bundles of joys that come delivered in little metal carts pushed by Asian women; who do not speak a lick of English. Today, it was difficult flagging these women down as another Asian women across the lane kept stealing my food on wheels. I am most disappointed that I did not get the pan fried taro and pork buns. Needless to say, I left full and opted for an egg custard tart at a nearby bakery to satisfy my recently ongoing craving for sweets. I left Chinatown today with a little MSG and nostalgia that I could not get anywhere else.
I should now mention that these meat feasts happen only on weekends (that's what she said); Vegetarian on weekdays.
