BREAKFAST PERFECTION

Before my dumplings arrived I noticed a family looking at the menus posted on the window. All tables were occupied, which they saw. But I was by myself at a fourseater, so I made up their mind for them by popping my head outside and telling them I'd move over to the back counter if they wished to come in. My meal tasted exceptionally good after that. Good deed bla bla bla, selfless bla bla bla, and also good for the dumpling place.
Tourists who otherwise might not have dumplings for years.


Shan't mention this to anyone. Don't want people to think I'm soft.
But it's dumplings. And everyone loves dumplings.


There are four foods that encapsulate and exemplify Chinese comfort food without which a city might as well be a hellhole in the Red States: Dumplings, noodle soup, roast duck, and congee. Plus claypot rice, so that's actually five. Oh, and rice sheet noodles (腸粉 'cheung fan'), so six. Fortunately we have all that generously in this city.
A multiplicity of all of them.

And, as you naturally understand, those are all perfect breakfast foods, even though I often have them for lunch or dinner. Which frequently actually is breakfast, as I've spent several hours doom scrolling or reading Wikipedia articles before I eat.

In fact, the only reason I snarf down a pastry at work in the first hour that I'm there and it's quiet is so that I don't rip anyone's head off later. Even offensive old rightwing smelly sponges don't deserve that. And there might be witnesses.


What I had this morning as "breakfast" was a strong cup of coffee.
Followed by a stroll in the gloom smoking my pipe.
I did not rip anyone's head off.



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