Shaved into long, wavy noodles, the double-cooked pork tangled with tender wok-fried greens. Crisp, greaseless scallion pancakes were addictive Chinese snack food of the highest esteem. Piquant green onions peeked through the translucent layers like flower petals pressed between parchment paper. Double orders of thin-skinned soup buns arrived in stacked bamboo steamers, unveiled by our server with a poof of fragrant vapor. They wobbled like water beds, each cradling a tablespoon or so of heady pork broth released with a well-placed nibble, or unleashed with a carelessly placed one. Anointed with a mouth-puckering dribble of black vinegar, each little orb of pork inside the buns rang like a church bell.
Game of Thrones | Philadelphia City Paper | 10/13/2011

anyone been?