Turnip cakes, pan fried both sides.
Whatâs a baseball game without a pregame dim sum meal? Whenever we drive the 3 hours from Rochester up to Toronto, we eat dim sum. And this is hands down the best dim sum weâve ever came in contact with. And itâs not in Chinatown in Toronto, Chinatown in NYC, Chinatown in San Fran, or China itself. Itâs in Harbourfront, an area by Lake Ontario in Toronto. And eating at this restaurant isnât a one time deal for us, we come here every single time, and theyâve never failed us in service or food. And thatâs pretty tough to say, since I have high standards, of course.
This is Pearl Restaurant, located at 207 Queenâs Quay West, Ste. 200 Toronto, Canada. Come here and eat.
SORRY ABOUT THE WRONG HYPERLINK GUYS! I justÂ fixed it. http://www.pearlharbourfront.ca/executive.htm
Normally, I donât order these pan-fried shrimp and chive dumplings. Because in 90% of dim sum restaurants, theyâre too doughy and chewy for my tastes. But these looked SO GOOD. I had to order them. And they were SO GOOD! Perfectly crispy on the top and bottom, delicate, thin soft dough on the sides, and fresh and flavorful shrimp on the inside. It came with a dish of chili oil without my having to ask them for it. Which was great.
They also provided a dish with hot mustard and chili sauce as they came to set a pot of tea on the table. Without me having to ask. And they didnât offer a fork, water or soy sauce to Chris, which is great, because itâs insulting when places do so.
Iâll explain that in a whole separate story some other time. For now, more dim sum.
These were deep fried seafood dumplings, with shrimp and scallops. I know what youâre going to say, dim sum experts. Whereâs the chicken feet? Whereâs the spare ribs with black bean sauce? Whereâs the tripe? The congee? All the âauthenticâ stuff? Well, 2 explanations. 1 â we had 20-25 minutes to eat, so we got everything we could get our hands on immediately. And the steamed carts came by us once, while the baked/fried carts came by numerous times. 2 â neither of us are crazy about chicken feet. I wouldâve liked more steamed stuff, but when the first steamed cart came by, it had 2 things: har gow and siu mai.
Har gow (shrimp dumplings). Of course we would order har gow. Who doesnât? These were perfection too. The wrappers were delicate, thin, and NOT chewy. The shrimp were juicy, and cooked just the right amount of time.
We shouldâve gotten two orders.
Siu mai, with a shrimp on each dumpling. Bet you never saw that now, did you? And usually I donât order these either, since Iâm not a fan of the pork and fat mixture, but these had a giant shrimp on each of them. Come on. And the pork was actually pretty good in it. I was surprised because Siu Mai tastes the same to me in every Dim Sum restaurant. Maybe it was the ingredients they used in this place that sets it apart.
We waited for the Char Siu Bao (BBQ Pork Buns) and didnât see them coming around, but we did see Char Siu Sou (puff pastry filled with BBQ pork). These were buttery and delicious. After filling up on a total of 6 dishes, I was eyeing a mango pudding dessert but Chris was paying the bill as the dessert cart passed by. Before I had a chance to tear up, cry and throw a tantrum like a 5 year old, Chris promised me a Blue Raspberry ICEE at the baseball game.
Because Iâm spoiled like that.
After filling our bellies, we took a nice stroll from Harbourfront back towards Rogerâs Centre. It was about a 15 minute walk.
Let me tell you about my evil curse upon the Yankees. This is how my âcurseâ began. Back around 2005, I went to my first Yankees game. They were playing the Red Sox. The Yankees were also on a winning streak. Well, that is, before I attended a game. In which the Yankees lost miserably, something like 17-1. Then I noticed strange little thingsâ¦like every game I attended after that, they lost. Every game Iâve seen them play on TV, they lost. So this season, they seemed to have done pretty well, until I accidentally saw part of a game on TV, in which they lost also.
Then, we attended this game in Toronto against the Blue Jays. THE BLUE JAYS. Yankees lost. Miserably. They dropped balls numerous times, the pitcher threw a ball directly to a batterâs FACE, and two players running towards a ball in the outfield smacked head first into one another, their bodies colliding then falling down to the ground. I looked down at my lap, ashamed. Chris shook his head at me disapprovingly.
Maybe I should start being a Red Sox fan. But it seems they donât need my help this year.
Jeter, who seems to be looking directly into my camera lens. Yea, we were sitting close, but not THAT close.
Doesnât he look like a miniature in this photo? I didnât even use that tilt/shift effect.
Chris got us some great seats. And I got to play with my telephoto lens. And slurp my ICEE.
I havenât been to many sports games during my life. And sometimes I donât understand most of the fansâ reactions to things. I understand that you cheer for your team and all that stuff. But when youâre a fan of a player who gets hit in the face with a ball, why would you whistle?
And why do you BOO when a good player from the opposing team goes up to bat? I would BOO if they were playing bad. But it seems like Jeter was the one who was carrying the entire team that entire game. Donât Boo him. Boo the rest of them, right? Am I not getting this whole audience participation thing?
When I asked Chris these questions, he replied, âThey serve beer at games.â
Yankees played badly that day. Blue Jays played well. But I couldnât BOO at either of them. I cheered whenever someone hit a ball. From either team.
I donât think I fit in at games very well.
I practiced getting a shot of the ball hitting the bat. But they pitch FAST. The ballâs almost outta the shot in this one.
Matsuiâs bat exploded in his hands as he hit the ball. Iâve never seen something like that happen. Chris didnât even flinch. He goes, âyea it happens.â
Johnny Damon, running fast. I kept calling him Matt Damon. Donât ask me why. It was the ICEE talking.