can’t talk. eating.
Please please please go to New Green Bo for dinner. Tonight.
Though the Citysearch review tries to antagonize me into believing that this restaurant’s soup dumplings “attracted much attention when they were first discovered by mainstream food critics several years ago,” I feel I must call attention to them once more. For they are earth-shattering in their deliciousness. Go there.
It ain’t pretty. But if it’s pretty and in Chinatown, it’s probably no good.
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