You should be eating: Braised Chicken Meatballs


This was an impulse order at the Dumpling Cafe on Washington Street in Boston.

(True story: when I was telling my Mom where it was, I used the Naked i as a point of reference.)

I'd actually gone for the xiao long bao (broth filled dumplings) also known as "Juicy Buns", which they are famous for apparently. Hey, better late to the party than to not party at all, right?


Because I did my homework, I knew to load one on to the spoon and then to nibble a little hole and suck out the piping hot broth. That is a tip that you will thank me for later, I promise you.

There is no time that biting down enthusiastically into a bun filled with scalding hot filling and broth will reward you in any way.

Also I knew from my homework that the key was to order everything at once while the waitstaff was near you. So in a panic I ordered the braised chicken meatballs.

What a treat! They come with baby bok choy and a plate of rice. I totally think you should go eat them right now.

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