Day three: steam

Finally, the morning of day three I manage to sleep in a little after being given a resounding scolding for pottering around 3 in the morning. I listened to a mini lecture on the effects of light on one's psychological being but managed to doze off after scaring myself with a few chapters of Woman in Black.

Durians with a side of toilet paper

Anyway, I woke up to day three's coupon – steam. I walked around convinced it was to be a spa day. But it was to be more. We headed out, me in my newly acquired New York shopping excursion jeans and boots. We arrived into Chinatown in style.

Now, I have not seen a durian in ages. For those of of you not in the know, durians are known as the king of fruits in Malaysia.

The smell is something between a rotting carcass, a garbage truck, and the sewers. You get the point. I happen to dislike durians and unfortunately came from a family of durian lovers, and have recently discovered Carl is also a fan.

I began to suspect we were not headed to a spa.

We walked towards a restaurant with at least a hundred people milling around outside. We walked up to the reception and were given a number – 131 and told that we would be called in 40 minutes.

We explored Chinatown a little, walking around and I was simply excited to see things that I had seen in Malaysia back in the 90's. We managed to squeeze in some Asian grocery shopping.

I look like a crazy North Korean leader for some reason.

Eager to get back to one of my favourite foods ever – dim sum ( hence the 'steam' surprise.), we headed back to the restaurant with our growling tummies.
I had not had dim sum since our last sojourn in London and I crave for vegetarian dumplings, tofu, and chee cheong fun... I do...aaah.

We got in and were told to take head up on this very lengthy escalator.

Brimming in anticipation, we arrived into this crowd of no larger than 798 people. A very precise number.

Before we could take our jackets off we were asked by a lady pushing a cart if we wanted siu mai and Japanese tofu.

Before settling in to our seats, we grabbed an array of dishes and dug in.

So, we began our escapade into dim sum heaven.  And what really hit the spot? A finishing off with taufufa. I remember complaining just a few months ago, how it was a dessert that I could never find, could never cook on my own and would always miss.

Now, I am satiated.

Wondering when the next dim sum escapade will be....