Blood, Carnage and Dumplings

Earlier this week I went the theater with my amiable sommelier sidekick Katie. Guessing Sweeney Todd from the title of the posting? Nope. Took in a diabolically hysterical farce called The Lieutenant of Inishmore. Frankly, the bloodshed in this play puts Sweeney Todd and its cannibal-pie-eating ways to shame.

And, what did Katie and I do after witnessing over two hours of great theater avec copious amounts of gore? Ate Chinese food!

Ollie's Noodle Shop proved to be the perfect spot for real NYC comfort fare. My fave: the pan fried dumplings. The reason? Katie had never before tried Chinese dumplings.

In fact, she's pretty much a dumpling novice across the board.

Oh, Katie - What a world awaits you...Pierogi. Shu Mai. Gyoza. Pelmeni. Mandu.

Just avoid any dumplings for sale at Mrs. Lovett's Fleet Street bake shop and you'll be fine.