King of the Dumplings (Shanghai Dumpling King -- San Francisco, CA)
Jon and I had meant to go to Shanghai Dumpling King for a number of years. The problem, however, is that we are lazy bitches and could not bring ourselves to drive to the outer Richmond. It's far. And it's cold there. Now how fucked up is that logic? Quite fucked up when you consider I flew to Chicago for 36 hours for a meal, and have planned a trip to Europe around a dinner reservation. In any case, we finally dragged our asses out to SDK, and now you can't keep us away.
The first thing that struck me about SDK is how incredibly friendly the staff is. Seriously, these people are some fierce kind of nice. I quickly forgot about them when I got my dumplings.
Luscious, luscious dumplings. Beautiful little dumpling packages (that actually kind of look like boobies, albeit wrinkly boobies). I wrapped my lips around one and it's delicious broth squirted in my mouth (and also in Jon's eye). Bliss.
How much for ten of these perfectly seasoned pork love packages? $5. You heard me right 5 fucking dollars ($4.95, actually).
Lest you think that dumplings are the only allure (and there are all manner of them -- crab and pork, spicy pork, porky pork), there are other treats to lure you in to the dumpling lair. Spicy green beans. And Shanghai style noodles with crispy pork bits that give any noodle dish out there a run for it's money. And green onion pancakes!
And there are doughnuts. A word about Chinese doughnuts: they are eggy. Jon and I give the finger to the eggy. But SDK's doughnuts had just the right ratio of eggy to air. We actually liked them! Being coated in sugar only adds to the yummerificness of it all.
After my first visit, I found myself fantasizing for days about those hot, wet dumplings. I started making plans to go back with everyone I knew. And I did. Let's just say it was a dumpling orgy.
Now you should go, too.
"To eat is a necessity. To eat intelligently is an art."
-- La Rochefoucauld