I love dim-sum.
I know thats not a terribly original thing to say because its likely that 2/3s of the world’s population loves dim sum. While the lion’s share of that 2/3 live where dim sum started, I am stuck in a dim sum wasteland. In fact, I think that dim sum is more available in Omaha, Nebraska than my little piece of podunk.
When I was doing a postdoc at Tufts Medical School, I could get any Chinese food I wanted, we were in Boston’s Chinatown after all. To matters worse, I lived a mile from there in the South End. This spoiled me terribly with respect to dim sum. Now, this doesn’t mean that I have been aggressive about getting dim sum all these 11 years since we moved from there into the hinterlands of Massachusetts. It just means that I occasionally sigh wistfully and mysteriously.