Max Eats Chinese

Papa Ron, the King of flea-market treasure hunting, took us to the giant once-monthly flea market in Alameda. We had a great time walking up and down the aisles and checking out the various offerings. Plus, the views of San Francisco across the bay and the cool mammoth container ships in Oakland were simply to die for! Max could have watched the container ships loading crates for hours.

After the flea market, we stopped at a local Chinese restaurant for lunch. I don't know if Max has ever had Chinese food before, but it was a huge hit. He enjoyed the hot and sour soup even though it was "really spicy" and he couldn't get enough of the Chicken Chow Mein. The problem, however, was that he couldn't use chopsticks and he also couldn't figure out how to wind the noodles around his fork. Another child might have picked them up with his hands, but Max has a weird fastidious streak and he doesn't like getting food or water on his hands. So, he went for an unorthodox technique that wasn't pretty, but it did get the job done:



As I'm sure Max would agree, the food in this place was amazing. There were hundreds of people there for Dim Sum and we were literally the only table of non-Chinese folks. That's generally a pretty good sign and this restaurant did not disappoint. We're so happy to be back in one of the culinary capitals of the world. Now, if we could only afford to eat out more often...