Not too long ago, I had the pleasure of dining in my old culinary school’s cafe with the head of the program, Chef Mike McGreal. My old culinary school is small, but thriving and I was stoked to get a chance to taste all the goods. First, and most important: the food.
Once upon a time, I moved to a magical land known as Australia. In that magical place, I ate Chinese pan fried pork dumplings and homemade Asian fried noodles. In every major city I visited, Adelaide, Sydney, Melbourne, I was able to find a similar dumpling and noodle shop, and it made my heart so very happy. Then I moved back to Chicago. There were no dumplings or homemade noodles to be had. Many a night, I cried myself to sleep. I even took a stab at making some myself, which were good, but just not the same. I had heard fables of a Chinese dumpling and noodle shop near Chicago on various Internet food forums, but it was in a dreaded place we city folks call “The Burbs”. Just the word alone makes me shudder! Read the rest of this entry »