... from Golden Gate Bakery.
Took me long enough! I just never get to Chinatown, embarassingly enough.
After trying out Chef Jia's for the first time (a rather perfect plate of cold noodles for a day like today, I must say), I wandered up to Golden Gate Bakery.
I worried. I fretted. Would they have the tarts? Would I stand in line just to have to order an almond cookie instead? I made my companion cut up to the front to inspect and see if the tarts were there. I worried and fretted some more. Finally, I saw two women come out each with a bag of custard tarts. I felt momentarily relieved, then worried that maybe they had gotten the last ones. (even though I have no information that would suggest that they wouldn't have them)
Finally made it to the front of the line and ordered five custard tarts, trusting that they would be good and I would want more later.
We left the store and immediately tore into our bags of tarts. I had whipped my companion into such a frenzy of expectation that he choked inhaling the flaky crust. I kid you not.
Time stood still as we each gobbled our first egg custard tart from Golden Gate Bakery. I momentarily wondered why noone else was joining us, why they were taking their bags somewhere else, wasting how perfectly warm the tarts were, how plain it was that waiting ten minutes would cool the tarts to a point of less-than-transcendent.
But then I just ate another one and forgot about it. :-)
So, thanks chowhounds. It's taken quite awhile due to busy-ness and routines, but I have finally achieved a nagging Chow Goal and set those quivering flaky morsels in my mouth.
I would have never known about these if it weren't for you guys!