Today was a sunny but cold day in NYC with gusty winds. I met with my friends Tracey and Merv. They drove down from Connecticut and met me for coffee on the corner of Fifth Avenue and Eighth Street. We finally got to exchange Christmas gifts after a series of scheduled get-togethers that got cancelled due to snow or ice storms, ironically.
Much had changed. Dim sun at Nom Wah used to be about waiters walking around with trays of food from which you could choose or avoid. You were charged per plate. There used to be red leather booths for large groups, too. Now all that has been replaced with utilitarian dinette tables and menus.
Still, the food is awesome! Merv ordered egg rolls and I swear they were the size of burritos! Tracey and I each ordered the steamed mixed dim sun plates with mostly delicately wrapped dumplings. I let dim sun go down on me.
We cabbed back to the Village afterwards, sated and happy and parted ways once again. There's nothing like love and Chinese food I always say, even without the doggy bag!