Yummy in My Tummy!

I pass through L.A.'s Chinatown every Tuesday on my way to my playwriting workshop, a journey that is a weekly reminder that I haven't been to Golden Dragon Restaurant in while—one of my favorite dim sum spots. I used to go a few times every month. (And I would witness Loren ordering dishes as if he were fighting famine, but the only thing he was fighting was his own good sense and my yelling: "Stop ordering so much!") I love me some hai gow (steamed shrimp dumplings), but their shrimp wonton soup is so ridiculously good that my mouth is honestly watering as I type these words.

I noticed that Golden Dragon's Yelp page features mixed reviews—some people love it ("It makes me weak in the knees"), some people hate it ("I will never go to this shithole restaurant again"). I wonder if you need to have some Asian blood in you to dig the place. Certainly, if you are Caucasian and go there, you will very likely be the only white person in the entire restaurant. That is not an exaggeration.... Welcome to my world.

1 comment:

  1. Some of my favorite hole-in-the-wall restaurants with Asian fare do not have an 'A' card in the window.

    I haven't gotten ill or died, yet.