I got three things from ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
stultiloquentia that I may or may not have anything to say about.
1. Pine cones
Twoish years ago I put some pinecones in a glass mixing bowl with a fat white candle in the middle for a nondenominational decorative display near the front door and it was p nice.
2. Opera
In high school my choir sang a Phantom of the Opera medley and I was briefly obsessed, listened to the soundtrack all the time, but still have only a tenuous grasp on the actual plot because when I rented the 2004 movie from the library it was scratched. Who's Raoul? At this rate I'll probably never know and I'm fine with that.
3. Dumplings
One of my own personal best-of-nyc things is this dumpling place on the border of the LES and Chinatown that was a fiveish minute walk from the first place I lived here. Delicious amazing dumplings, sesame pancake sandwiches, won ton soup, and hypothetically some other stuff but those are the only three things I've ever bothered to get. It used to be a dollar for four of the basic dumplings, sometimes up to three dollars for the fancy ones, and there was a night when my credit union account was out of cash but I didn't have my other bank card yet, but I had the quarters from the pun jar* and I went over and that was dinner, and it was just what I needed. Of course it's gone up because NYC, so now I get to also feel like a cranky old timer because it's like, $2 now and if you go to the other location it's more gripe gripe.
*the pun jar was like a swear jar except you had to put in money when you made a pun. it was the opposite of a deterrant.
Eating there is always a little crazy, because it's counter service and there are always way more people than can possibly sit and eat. Some favorite moments are when I was sharing a 4-top table with a couple on a date and another stranger with no food just hanging out on her phone, while I scarfed soup like a gremlin in all my winter layers. Another time I sat across from a stranger and we were both passing the big bottles of sauces back and forth while studiously ignoring one another's presence. One day after the Saint Patrick's parade when a bunch of loudly drunken Long Islanders were there and wasted a ton of food and didn't bus their own tables, and the collective silent disapproval of bystanders.
They also sell these dumplings frozen to cook at home! It used to be something crazy like $10 for a bag of 50. But I've had them in my freezer basically at all times here, no matter how inconvenient it is to get there during their hours. I will miss these dumplings if/when I move elsewhere.
If you want to play I will give you three things in a comment :)
stultiloquentia that I may or may not have anything to say about. 1. Pine cones
Twoish years ago I put some pinecones in a glass mixing bowl with a fat white candle in the middle for a nondenominational decorative display near the front door and it was p nice.
2. Opera
In high school my choir sang a Phantom of the Opera medley and I was briefly obsessed, listened to the soundtrack all the time, but still have only a tenuous grasp on the actual plot because when I rented the 2004 movie from the library it was scratched. Who's Raoul? At this rate I'll probably never know and I'm fine with that.
3. Dumplings
One of my own personal best-of-nyc things is this dumpling place on the border of the LES and Chinatown that was a fiveish minute walk from the first place I lived here. Delicious amazing dumplings, sesame pancake sandwiches, won ton soup, and hypothetically some other stuff but those are the only three things I've ever bothered to get. It used to be a dollar for four of the basic dumplings, sometimes up to three dollars for the fancy ones, and there was a night when my credit union account was out of cash but I didn't have my other bank card yet, but I had the quarters from the pun jar* and I went over and that was dinner, and it was just what I needed. Of course it's gone up because NYC, so now I get to also feel like a cranky old timer because it's like, $2 now and if you go to the other location it's more gripe gripe.
*the pun jar was like a swear jar except you had to put in money when you made a pun. it was the opposite of a deterrant.
Eating there is always a little crazy, because it's counter service and there are always way more people than can possibly sit and eat. Some favorite moments are when I was sharing a 4-top table with a couple on a date and another stranger with no food just hanging out on her phone, while I scarfed soup like a gremlin in all my winter layers. Another time I sat across from a stranger and we were both passing the big bottles of sauces back and forth while studiously ignoring one another's presence. One day after the Saint Patrick's parade when a bunch of loudly drunken Long Islanders were there and wasted a ton of food and didn't bus their own tables, and the collective silent disapproval of bystanders.
They also sell these dumplings frozen to cook at home! It used to be something crazy like $10 for a bag of 50. But I've had them in my freezer basically at all times here, no matter how inconvenient it is to get there during their hours. I will miss these dumplings if/when I move elsewhere.
If you want to play I will give you three things in a comment :)
