Y'all, there's this place in Flushing, somewhere on Main Street, a little open window with a woman standing in a 3x3 foot space, and you can watch her as she (very fucking slowly 'cause she don't give a fuck) assembles delicious bits of roast duck skin and that dark, gamey meat and slivers of green onion and cucumber and Hoisin sauce on a glorious white cushion of a steamed bao.
And you can eats it for one dolla only.
That somewhere is here.
Except, it's not a sandwich, Yelp assholes. Fucking hak gwai, gwai lo, gai-jin, haole, bule, a-tok-a FUCKS.
I heart whitey.
That shit is delicious.
You know how some people have that sexy chocolate fantasy--I'm whatevs 'bout the chocolate. Holla at me when you gots a bottle of Hoisin.
12.23.2011
Motherfuckin' Peking (really Cantonese, I think) Duck Bao
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