If you, like my friend, have reached adulthood without partaking in the culinary free-for-all that is a dim sum service, it’s time to acquaint (or maybe re-acquaint) yourself with the small but lively dim sum scene in metro Phoenix. She’s in love, she says, with everything about this loud and happy scene: the bottomless cups of hot tea the shrimp dumplings bulging from their dewy wrappers even the wobbly, slippery hunks of fried tofu that she can’t quite pick up with her plastic chopsticks. Her eyes are glued to the silver serving cart that’s rolling by our table, trailing puffs of shrimp-scented steam into the air.
“It’s like a buffet that comes to you!” We’ve just been seated for dim sum service at Mesa’s Mekong Palace Restaurant, and my friend, a dim sum newbie, can hardly contain her excitement.
