After a hard day of digging and turning compost, we bathed and made ourselves clean and squeaky behind the ears for Saturday date night. Of course I had one thing in mind.
All week I had been craving porkalicious dumplings at Imperial Tea Court. The ITC at the Epicurious Garden is an ill conceived tea house with less than five tables and indifferent service. I'm not too keen on their tea selections, and really no tea can stand up to so much clanking and obnoxious Berkeley chatting going on. I'll tolerate anything for their pork creations. Poor C had to make do with salty vegetarian noodles while I luxuriated in plump pork won tons in a savory jasmine tea broth. Oh how I would love another bowl.
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