All-Night Sushi?

Sounds too good to be true, right?  But come December, you’ll be able to get your spider roll or unagi fix after dark — until 4am!  Read on…


Yeah, you’re welcome.  🙂


Go Go Taro

I think my boss could see that I was in a state this morning, miserably sipping a Cappucino Delight-flavored SlimFast (which neither tastes like cappucino nor could ever be called “delightful”) as I rolled into the office.  She took pity on me and insisted that I take her taro bun for breakfast instead.

Let me tell you, people.  There’s nothing better in the world after choking down a hateful, metallic-tasting concoction of skim milk, canola oil, gum arabic and God only knows what else than being able to bite into a sweet, chewy, fragrant taro bun:

Taro Bun

The taro bun is heaven and all is right with the world.

Let Them Eat Sushi

My mother and I have often discussed, with stupid girly enthusiasm, how we’d like to do my wedding all over again.  Not because the original wedding was bad, mind you.  Quite the opposite.  We had such a good time (and I think everyone at the wedding did, too) that we want to make it, like, a yearly “thing.”  What hasn’t yet been decided is whether I keep remarrying Richard year after year, or if I just collect a little harem of husbands.

Either way, I think this wedding cake might push us over the edge:

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Ming’s Dynasty Ended

From HAIF this morning comes the sad news that Ming’s has closed.

Yet another casualty of the diminshing classic Montrose restaurant scene, whose losses have most recently included Golden Room (closed until at least September, and which may or may not reopen as the same restaurant) and the beloved Felix Mexican Restaurant, the closing of Ming’s is one more notch in the belt for the developers and condo-builders who are busily skeletonizing the neighborhood to make way for further gentrification.

Some may not miss Ming’s, as it has been described as a “highly overrated dive” that serves “more mall food than restaurant food” along with a warning that “good service is not something you will find here.”  One reviewer described it succinctly: “If you enjoy difficult parking, eating cheap food in a small shack on styrofoam plates with plastic utensils, then this is definitely the place for you.”  People were definitely not impressed with their “hairy” chicken wings.

The point, however, is that it was a dive.  You didn’t go to Ming’s expecting ground-breaking cuisine or authentic Chinese food.  You went there with your friends on a lazy Saturday afternoon spent browsing the stacks at Half-Price Books or searching for junque at the resale shops down the road.  You met there for a cheap dinner before hitting up Proletariat (also gone now) or Numbers.  You revived yourself there on Sundays when the brunch crowds at La Strada or Baba Yega proved too noisy or self-absorbed.  You took in the weirdness, people-watched, enjoyed the ebb and flow of a cross-section of humanity coming in and out for egg rolls and Chinese eggplant.

Ming’s was Montrose.  Sure, it’s just one small restaurant on a little corner, but it’s representative of a larger issue, a growing sense of discomfort and sadness. 

You’d think that I’m opposed to progress; some kind of anti-development, real estate Luddite.  I’m not.  I just find myself looking around lately and realizing: this isn’t my city anymore.

See ya, Ming’s.  You had a good run.

QQ Cuisine

We arrived at Fu Fu Cafe last night only to find several confused Chinese people standing around the front door, glaring at a piece of paper that had been nonchalantly posted inside the glass: Closed for summer holiday.  Be back July 24th.  No other fanfare, just a simple notice to go get your dumplings elsewhere.

Momentarily nonplussed, I tried to think of what other places were around but then remembered….we’re in Chinatown.  There’s a restaurant every three feet.  Why not just try the place next door?  It was packed, after all, always a good sign in my book.

We walked into Fu Fu’s neighbor, QQ Cuisine (which is also called “Chinese Cuisine” out front, although I think that’s more of a description of their food than an alternate name).  There was one lonely table towards the back with only three chairs, but it was perfect for the three of us.  It took a while before we were noticed and our drink orders taken, presumably because the place was bursting at the seams with hungry families ordering obscene amounts of food.  Our waitress was nearly the farthest thing from friendly I’ve ever encountered.  I only say “nearly” because the evil waitress at Chinese Kitchen who refused to bring us drinks or chopsticks could definitely beat her in a cage match.

We pored over QQ’s enormous menu, which was full of tantalizing-sounding entrees such as Special Jellylike Mass, Fried Fluffy Dough Sticks, Quick Fried Lamp, Assorted Beancurd, Pork Bibs, and Lion Head in Casserole.  I was unsuccessful in convincing either of my dining companions to try one of these items.  We settled on Pork Bun with Juice and Green Onion Pancakes for appetizers and placed our order.  I was informed by the waitress that they weren’t offering the Pork Buns tonight and she recommended the Pan Fried Bun instead.  Sure, why not!

We placed our dinner orders at the same time, as we gathered (quite correctly, it turned out) that it was going to be very hard to catch her attention later on.  I went for the Twice-Cooked Pork, Richard for the Sauteed Chicken with Broccoli and my father for the Beef with Chinese Broccoli and Fried Flat Rice Noodle, which sounded to be very similar to my favorite Vietnamese dish, Pad See Ew.  The waitress came back nearly 30 minutes later, during which time we sat hungrily and watched other diners with envy, to inform us in spotty English that the kitchen was out of Chinese broccoli.  She suggested my father try the Beef with Fried Flat Rice Noodle, which is essentially the same thing but without the broccoli.  She even made the bold statement that it’s one of their best dishes (out of 162 items on the menu, not counting lunch dishes, I guess that’s saying a lot).

We waited for what seemed to be an interminable amount of time (in reality, it was another 20 minutes). All around us, huge families had steaming plates of fried tofu, hot pots, duck and all other manner of tempting plates delivered to them and happily chattered away in Mandarin while they ate. Then, out of nowhere, a platter of Twice-Cooked Pork finally clattered onto our table.  No other entrees or appetizers came with it, but we were starving so we dug in.

Twice-Cooked Pork

It was so worth the wait. The soft, savory strips of pork were glistening with spicy Szechuan sauce and were accompanied by fat bulbs of green onions. Eaten with the sweet sticky rice that was delivered along with it, this was a meal made in heaven. We made quick work of the Twice-Cooked Pork just in time for the rest of the food to arrive at our table.

And arrive it did.

We received the rest of our entrees and our appetizers all at the same time. The table was soon groaning under the weight of all the food, rice and tea. We no longer envied the other diners as we tore into the food with a frenzy befitting a pack of wild jackals. As the waitress had promised, the Beef with Fried Flat Rice Noodles was indeed delicious.

Beef with Flat Noodles

The noodles were enormous things, wide and wonderful. The beef in the dish was more of an afterthought; it was all about the noodles and their sweet, smoky sauce. A liberal sprinkling of bean sprouts throughout gave it a crisp, refreshing crunch which tempered the heaviness of the noodles. The Pan Fried Dumplings were a nice surprise, too.


The dough was thick and soft, with a lovely brown crispness on the bottom from the pan-frying technique. Eating them was like opening a present: the pork inside was better than any I’ve tasted in a dumpling so far and I was utterly taken aback. I still wished for that warm gush of soup when I bit into the dumplings, but I couldn’t find any fault at all with their tender skins and delicious pork. The Green Onion Pancakes were less than stellar, with ingredients that immediately spilled out as soon as you took one bite. If only the tiny ingredients (chopped scallions, chopped noodles and chopped fried egg) had stayed put instead of scattering to the wind, I would have enjoyed it more.

Richard’s Sauteed Chicken with Broccoli was good, but nothing magical. The broccoli itself was, however, nice and fresh. In all, we’d managed to get enough food to feed a village and had enough left over to fill at least two takeaway boxes, which we did posthaste (Chinese for lunch today!).


The meal was soon over, empty plates and used up chopsticks littering the table as if a hurricane had come through during dinner. We realized with a start that we’d spent over two hours in our food frenzy and that my father was going to miss his plane if we didn’t get out of there. I was almost scared to see our tab, since we had so much food. I went up to the counter to ask for our bill, and nearly fell over when I saw the amount:

Check, Please!

That’s right: $32. God, I love Chinatown. Where else can you eat so much high-quality food and get such a diverse cultural experience for this kind of money?

In the end, I would definitely recommend QQ Cuisine for the quality of its food. I wouldn’t recommend going and expecting to be doted on, service-wise, or expecting your food to come out quickly. If you don’t think you can last through a 30 to 45 minute wait for your entrees or appetizers, then just grab a pre-made appetizer from the refrigerator at the back of the restaurant (or a can of Busch beer, which everyone else was drinking for some godforsaken reason) to nosh on while you wait, and just soak up the atmosphere.

Xiao Long Tang Bao

I’m heading over to Fu Fu Cafe for dinner tonight, and realizing that I never did post Part Two of the Great Dumpling Crawl.  Damn!

Part of the reason why is that my camera crapped out on me halfway through the crawl (just like it did at the last tenacity dinner) and the other part is that this week has just been crazy-busy with work.  So, many apologies, dear hearts (sorry, I watched The Night of the Hunter for the umpteenth time the other day).

I will be sure to post the second half of the Dumpling Crawl antics (including stories of seasonally-inappropriate music and bony duck tongues) the very moment that I get a chance.  Until then, have a wonderful weekend filled with ice cream, iced tea, Icees or whatever keeps you cool and carefree on our hot summer days!

tenacity: Omakase Style

It’s too late to attend tonight’s tenacity dinner, I’m afraid.  But there’s still good news!

Randy Rucker is teaming up with the wildly talented Plinio Sandalio, pastry chef at Americas in The Woodlands, for an Omakase-style dinner on Monday, July 14th.  Yes, that’s this Monday!  Head over to Randy’s site for more information and to reserve a spot.

Plinio blogs about food in general and desserts in particular at The Shiro Shoyu Diaries.  He was also on Iron Chef America, where his team barely lost to Iron Chef Mario Batali.

Highlights from the Omakase menu include:

  • Pacific northwest geoduck clam, shiro dashi, burdock root, grated daikon and whipped shellfish broth
  • Ceviche of “first of the years” bay scallops from Florida’s Gulf coast, aji amarillo, sour orange and crunchy rice
  • Chilled octopus, foamed kabayaki, egg yolk and shisho
  • Smoked brownies

You know you want to try some smoked brownies.  Don’t kid yourself.

Go RSVP now!