Adash from Brooklyn into Manhattan’s Chinatown proper, ignoring Queen’s Flushing and the southern Sunset Park areas, always seems to funnel us towards Dim Sum Go Go
There we feast for a bargain, the famous XO sauce throning at the table like an old ally. The beer is Chinese, the service blunt and dishes are ordered by putting check-marks on a photocopied menu with a short pencil as if playing bingo. The fish and crab tank has been empty for many moons and a heteroclite, cosmopolitan and definitely atypical crowd besieges the place. Still. The food is true to itself, always great and simple.
And then there are the streets. Never a dull moment. Colors clash, smells collide and sounds roll and peak.