Place #40: Dim Sum King

I’ve been falling behind again, but fear not! For it’s not because I haven’t been going to new places. I’ve just been lazy in writing places up 😉 (I’ve also had issues with the WordPress.com site loading…and I don’t know what to do about that). I can’t believe it’s the 40th place already! This year has gone by quickly.

Justine asked if I wanted to go out for dinner one night and I said ‘always’.  We decided we wanted to go to an asian place. Specifically, we were both interested in dim sum/dumplings. So, with our friend Emma in tow, we headed to Chinatown.

Place #40: Dim Sum King, 421 Dundas St W, Toronto, ON M5T 2W4

The restaurant is on the third floor of a building, so we couldn’t easily ‘peek in’ to see what it was like. I was sent to climb the flights of stairs and make the call on whether it would be a good place to eat. When I rounded the corner to the restaurant, a big smile spread across my face. The restaurant was a sea of round tables with cloth covered dining chairs and 99% of the people inside were Chinese. The true sign of a good Chinese restaurant, and just like all the other Chinese restaurants my grandma has taken me and my family to. I went back down and said this was a good place to eat.

It was a paper menu that you checked off things you wanted to order. There wasn’t a lot of description or any pictures, so I was going off my limited knowledge of Chinese cuisine. Justine and Emma were even more out of their depth, so I was designated ‘main food chooser’.

We got some dim sum, steamed buns, congee, sesame balls, egg tarts, among other things. Justine ordered beef tendons under the misconception that it would be beef tenderloin. That dish got poked and nothing more.

Over the past couple months, I’ve started to be more aware of my Chinese background and how I relate to that culture. For most of my life I’ve lived, for all intents and purposes, like a white person. I’ve never felt that opportunities were taken away from me or that I didn’t fit in because I was half Chinese. That’s still true, but after I saw Crazy Rich Asians I can see and relate to the importance of representation. I can’t relate to the ‘rich’ part, but there were parts of the movie that made me really happy to see and that my friends didn’t understand. In particular, one of the major plot points of the movie happens during a mahjong game. You can probably get the gist of what the meaning the game plays in the movie, but only those who understand and play mahjong would truly know what went down. This feeling happened again when we were at the restaurant and I was reminded of eating out with my family.

The other fun thing about this meal was the group of middle aged Chinese ladies (and a couple men) that started dancing on the dance floor half way through. It was almost square dancing, all in sync. It was mainly footwork, with minimal arm and upper body movement. They danced to a variety of different songs, including a country song, a pop song, Colours of the Wind from Pocahontas…and yet, all the dances some how managed to be the same speed.

Other new places this week:

  • G&S Dye, to buy fabric for my screen printing class
  • Danforth Starbucks, for connect group

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