New York City vs. San Francisco Round 5: Egg puffs

November 29, 2008 at 6:26 pm (dessert, food, new york city, restaurants, review, san francisco)

I had a fun NYC adventure with sister Da, cousin Hehe, and He’s friend Shine.  We ate bread and spreads at Le Pain Quotidien.  Hehe’s funny – she couldn’t stop smiling while we were eating.  We also went to FAO Schwartz – ridiculously crowded on Thanksgiving weekend, but we weren’t in a hurry.  We stopped by an exhibit of can sculptures.  It’s to raise awareness and money about hunger and all the cans are donated in the end.  Here’s my favorite:

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We finished the day by going to Chinatown to get dumplings – 4 or 5 for $1.  They weren’t the best dumplings ever, but for $1, how can you complain?

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We also collected some rice pudding from Rice To Riches.  It’s like a gelato or yogurt place, but with rice pudding.  It’s pretty overpriced, good idea, and pretty good.  The best thing is the cute containers that they come in.

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But on to the egg puffs.  We found an egg puff cart vendor in Chinatown.  $1 for a bag of puffs.  I can’t remember how much they were in SF at Genki crepes, but definitely more than that.  The egg puffs in SF had better texture, but the NYC cart puffs had better flavor – they had a bit of orange to them.  Plus, they’re $1.  From a cart on the street.  Despite the vastly superior texture of the SF puffs, I think this round still has to go to NYC.  I was smiling like Hehe by the end of the day.

NYC: 2
SF: 3

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Happy Birthday, a day late, to Mark

November 24, 2008 at 10:45 am (random)

To celebrate, here’s a funny story about Mark.

He comes from a family of phone pacers.  His father does it, so does his sister.  And now, apparently, his niece is also a phone pacer.  But this is no ordinary phone pacing.

He was talking on the phone inside his room, going from wall to wall.  For some reason, I opened the door and left it open  Now that he was in an open container, he started pacing out into the hallway and then back into his room.  He’s like a gas molecule!

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