May 02, 2009 12:54
There is a great Chinese restaurant I like in Boston. It's called Gourmet Dumpling House and is on Beach Street in Chinatown. As the name implies, it serves dumplings, but also a million other things as well listed on a menu the length of the Great Wall. There are usually more diners speaking Chinese here than English. That's a good sign that you've come to the right place. After the opera last night (The Bartered Bride), I stopped in for a late-night plate of sauteed noodles with beef and vegetables in Sa-Cha sauce before catching my midnight train back. It was an unadventuresome choice but extremely well prepared and tasty. I thought I'd have to take an unfinished portion home; instead I polished off the whole damn thing.
The guy sitting near me was immersed in a mountainous plate of sauteed little necks with basil, and an even huger side-dish of super-green beans. He also had an appetizer plate of what looked like Hunan bacon pieces but might not have been.
The menu includes things I would have to think about twice, nay thrice, before ordering. Some of them are: Fish Head with Mixed vegetables in Clay Pot, Three Essence Duck Tongue (or Frog) in Hot Pie, Sauteed Pork Intestine, Pickled Mustard Greens with Intestines and Blood Pudding, Chilled Spicy Pork Ears, Spicy Duck Web, Roast Pig Heart (or Tongue).
Their Taiwanese Style Pan Fried Dumplings, which I had last time, are freshly-made and to die for. I'll be back but will pass on the pork intestine, unless I develop more intestinal fortitude.
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