There's a magical moment when you lift the lid off a basket of dumplings. The steam rises and rushes out in one big gust, and the spirals of vapor briefly obstruct your view of the perfect little purses inside. As the steam dissipates, the dumplings come into view, but even before you can clearly see them, you can smell them. The scent of pork and lemongrass invades your nostrils, and your mouth begins to water, though you have yet to fully lay eyes on the soft, doughy parcels... More >>>