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<\/a>\nI stumbled upon Dim Sum VIP at 68 Mott St, Manhattan, shortly after their opening and it\u2019s been on my to-eat list ever since. It was fortuitous that I was in the neighborhood recently because almost everything I tasted was worth doing again (something I seldom do because I\u2019m always on the lookout for something new). It\u2019s the kind of format that we New Yorkers may be less accustomed to although it\u2019s commonplace elsewhere: you\u2019re furnished with a list of dim sum and you check off whatever is your heart\u2019s delight at the moment.<\/p>\n
A large poster on their window touts Abalone Siu Mai; since I love abalone and since siu mai are often a litmus test of the chef\u2019s skills, I reasoned that the choice would yield a double return on my investment. I was not disappointed. The siu mai were unusually dense and delicious (reminiscent of Joe Ng\u2019s work) and the abalone topping was, if you\u2019ll forgive my mixed metaphor, the icing on the cake.<\/p>\n
The synergistic Crispy Shrimp Rice Roll exceeded my expectations as well. Envision shrimp in a crisp fried spring roll wrapper swaddled in a steamed rice roll; the roll was greater than the (dim) sum of its parts.<\/p>\n
The Red Oil Wontons were accompanied by steamed greens as a foil (a nice touch) and were excellent, presenting just the right amount of heat; the Chaozhou Fen Guo dumpling was tasty as well.<\/p>\n
Note that the prices are a few dollars more than the neighboring dim sum parlors, but definitely worth it.
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Instagram Post 11\/2\/2017 (Click on any image to view it in high resolution.) I stumbled upon Dim Sum VIP at 68 Mott St, Manhattan, shortly after their opening and it\u2019s been on my to-eat list ever since. It was fortuitous … Continue reading