after a mere few days of rich ang moh jiak, including three breakfasts before 10am one jetlagged morning, my azn palate was yearning for comfort food. i suppose that's the funny thing about being singaporean born and bred. i'll take a bowl of good pei dan chok over the fanciest three star meal any day. salvation came in the form of my dear friend R, who in addition to being incredibly overachieving is also one of the most resourceful people i know. she's an amazing directory of NYC finds, despite only being there as a summer intern herself, and on a friend's recommendation, we went to somewhere not in chinatown but on bowery (?) for my chinese fix. the lovely lovely thing about R is i always leave time with her feeling more aware, more informed and more curious. she's funny and articulate, immensely self-aware and honestly one of the first person i turn to any time i need therapy.
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