Listen to me very carefully: whatever you’re doing right now, drop it. Unless you are currently holding a piping hot bamboo steamer full of har gow, in which case, please proceed. I have just experienced a culinary revelation, and I need to shout it from the internet rooftops. This dim sum? It doesn’t just “taste good.” It tastes like it was handcrafted by a team of tiny, flavor-obsessed angels who majored in umami.
I mean, *dim sum-body* call the cops, because it feels absolutely illegal for a dumpling to be this dangerously scrumptious. The siu mai is a savory masterpiece, and the steamed buns are fluffier than a cloud wearing a cashmere sweater. If you think I am overreacting, you clearly haven’t experienced the transcendent joy of third-degree burns on the roof of your mouth just because you lacked the self-control to let a pork bun cool down. Consider this your official, legally binding warning: get yourself some dim sum immediately, or prepare to live a life of bland, dumpling-less regret.
