OK, I need to vent or at least calm down.
Some dear, dear friends took me to Yank Sing today. The wife really loved the place when I took them last time. She's traveled extensively through Europe and has been introduced to fine food. The husband thought it was ok but he's more of a Sizzler type. But we all enjoyed ourselves on the last visit and the wife wanted to take me back.
They brought one of their sons (22) who is going through a 'stage'. Let me say the kindest thing he said was, "nice appetizers, where's the chinese food?"
I am certain these people will NEVER read this board so I'm not ever going to hurt their feelings. (The SON wouldn't get it if I did).
It started wrong when the first cart came around and he grabbed the plate of potstickers and proceeded to eat them all himself after dumping the dish of sweet and sour sauce on top of the pile of pot stickers.
I tried to introduce the idea of dim sum where you order a plate and share a litlle of this and a little of that. After a few more plate grabs, I finally took control of the dishes and passed them around, letting mom select a piece, dad, me and then offering the last piece to the son. I was hoping he'd get the concept. He grabbed the dish and ate directly from those bamboo steamer dishes.
I then REMOVED the tea cup from his plate and started to place each piece on his plate. He wanted tea, "Ya got ICED TEA" he yelled at the waiter. By this time carts were starting to whiz past our table. I swear someone put up a detour sign just before our table.
He then had the iced tea, rolled his eyes and said "It isn't sweet". We flagged someone down for sugar and he proceeded to put seven packets of sugar in the tea. There was a snowy white mountain of empty sugar packets on the table.
That's about the time he started demanding beef and broccoli. After the waitress explained five times that they didn't serve this for dim sum we settled on the beef fried rice which he doused with red sweet and source sauce and asked for more sweet sauce.
He did give a thumbs up on the sesame balls. I did insist he TRY the hot jasmine tea which he liked as well (with about two packets of sugar that he stirred with his chopstick).
I really like the guy, but I was seeing the point when his father said his son was at a stage where he was doing his own thing and not listening to anyone.
Dad likes to talk and sonny kept waving his arm around looking at his wrist at the time.
And, at the end, they left a 10% tip. As we were leaving, I said I wanted to buy some tea and slipped the waiter a more generouse tip.
I'm sure that we confused the hell out of the waiter as when I sat down I slipped him a sheet of paper and asked for a few dishes I've seen on Chowhound. He smiled and I'm sure he thought he was dealing with experienced dim sum eaters.
Anyway, thanks Melanie, I enjoyed the mushroom fun gwor in there half moon shaped wrappers.
Thanks to Ruth and others in the chowdown. I had the pea leaf dumplings which the mom and I thouroughly appreciated.
I had my first Xiao long bao. My bad luck, I broke the wrapper on the first one and the soup spilled out. But the second was juicy with the nice soup and filling.
I really enjoyed the subtle taste of the green tea pudding, however the entire table yawned.
So, I guess not everyone is suited for dim sum. They are still my friends, including sonny. On a scale their kindness far outweighs a slight slip in dim sum etiquette. I just hope the universe doesn't get me back for writing this. I see myself making a total jerk of myself with some dining companions and having them sniggering behind my back. But I thought it was funny, in a horrifying way.
Ten years from now when we get the son up to speed, etiquette wise, I be sure to relate the story to him. We'll both laugh. I think.