Once there, Dennis acted as guide to the dim sum. Thank goodness, too.
I've only had dim sum a few times, once in Chinatown in NY and once in NO. The menu must be awfully standard because these illustrations from restaurants in Hong Kong itself are nearly identical to what we had.
Of course, I was one of only two non Asians there. The waitresses didn't speak English well...or at all. Thankfully, they could pronounce "tripe" well enough for me to avoid it.
I had a bit of the duck congee that I'd long read about but never had. I don't think I'll need to have it again, thank you. It's like duck oatmeal.
On every cart, no matter what else there might be, there was at least one new variation of chicken feet. We had the spicy.
Even the dessert cart had chicken feet. Chinese love their chicken feet, it seems. The only sweet we had however was almond jello. The most English literate of the serving girls informed us that "Dis traditional Chinese food, Ahmon Jerr-o. You try?"
It was ok, but not nearly as exciting as the exotic jell-o confections I've seen at better white trash funerals.
Lastly, Dennis gave us some small Christmas gifts, none other than a block of Bacon Praline fudge from the Cochon Butcher
It's very strong of bacon and sugar....not to my tastes really. I much prefer the candy coated bacon at some of the restaurants around here, but the place itself warrants further investigation, I think.