After 40 minutes of driving, I thought of Aroma. Surely, Aroma would be open.
Of course it was.
Who should we lock eyes with as we entered the restaurant but Luisa, Max and baby Hugo. Lucky too as the place was full and we probably wouldn’t have managed to get a table otherwise. I would like to think it bodes well for the year ahead, to bump into friends and share food on the 1st day of the year.
The truth is, last winter, that long interminable winter, Aroma was quite a fixture in my life. I have a very strong suspicion that the dim sum is probably bought in frozen but dim sum is one of my small pleasures. As is dipping them in too much hot sauce until my nose and eyes are streaming prompting friends to suggest I might want to take it easy.But you see, with all my vices being picked off and disposed of, one by one, by motherhood there isn’t much left, besides dim sum with too much hot sauce.
Having the waiter stare over my head as I give my order and start to walk away before I’m finished makes me think fondly (somehow) of dim sum weekends in London.
I always have the dim sum, never the cooked food although Luisa had a chicken soup that was delicious and the Stil in Berlin guys have their own favourites (with gorgeous pictures to boot). I like going with friends and tangling chopsticks as we swoop into the too many dishes we (I) inevitably order.