RATHER UNREAL TEA

Sometimes I'm a sucker for something new. Which means that today I tried beef dumplings. Specifically, something listed as "West Lake Beef Dumplings" (西湖牛肉水餃 'sai wu ngau yiuk suei gaau'). For which the internet turns up diddly-zip. So they might not actually exist. Still. Innovation. Good.

One must get out of the house and walk around a bit, lest one turn into a vegetable. Minor exercise is good for the guts, the circulation, and the mind. It gets the juices flowing and the synapses sparking. As well as alerting one to the weather and why certain alleyways in the Financial District need to be cleaned with high-powered water hoses.

The meal was enjoyable. Tender dumplings. Very few Chinese people. Odd.

I was reminded why I seldom go there. The milk tea was just okay, and a generous pour, but I have had much better. No silk stocking was involved. 唔係真正嘅港式奶茶。

Still, in the old days they didn't even have milk tea.
Or the same selection of dumplings.

Their menu is more interesting now.

The paradigm is constantly evolving.

Sadly, real Hong Kong Milk Tea is slowly losing the battle against that Taiwanese nightmare beverage with the fake flavours and indigestible humengous gummy balls. Probably because boobaliscious twitty-poos spend their money differently than old geezers, and are hipper to boot. The geezers mostly feel that milk tea of any kind is too new-fangled, and would be caught dead in any place with a young clientele.


This younger generation, bla bla bla, back in my day, kids, get off my lawn, and with an onion tied to my belt, as was the style at the time. A big yellow one.
Can't get white ones because of the war.



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