Empress Pavilion has been the site of many, many group outings over the years. The entire ritual varies - sometimes we take the train, sometimes we wander over to Union Station after lunch for a beer or two at the Traxx bar - but the main event is always the dim sum itself. Two English friends of mine had never had dim sum until I introduced them a few years back, so this week they wanted to have one last go at it.
Carla and Tim came along, too, making it lunch for five. We got there at noon - not too late to make sure everything was still available.
People who know far more about dim sum than I do tell me that Empress really isn't all that great. And they may very well be right, or at least as right as one can be in matters of opinion. But I don't care, I really like the place. This was yet another in an unbroken line of great lunches.
When the check arrived, Les insisted I didn't have to chip in. "That's ridiculous," I said.
"Hey," he announced to the table, "Jason isn't paying today."
"That's true," I said. "Jason isn't paying today."
At any rate, my friends all bought me lunch and let me take home the leftovers, which I had for dinner.
The other day I suggested Elizabeth and I go to lunch with my parents at Golden China. It turned out I was the only one who got a lunch special. Oh well.
I am sure I will find new Chinese restaurants I like on the East Coast, but I wonder if there will be any place as reliable as Golden China has been.