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Cheap, dirty looking restaurant, with decent but not mind-blowing dumplings.




A few nights ago, I had a lovely evening, or as a lovely an evening a single girl sitting at the bar alone can have.
I had trekked down to SoHo to serve as some moral support for a friend, only to discover she had two other ladies on hand. But liking the ratio of 4 girls to 1 dude, I said my goodbyes and instead enjoyed a steak tartare, while flirting at the bar and nursing a cocktail or two.
There was a deal on Gilt City where we got vouchers, and we went and got seven, which translated into 35 "entrees" plus a healthy smattering of drinks and appetizers.
We had maybe a dozen plus people join us, whereupon we split into teams and "attacked" the stands.
Standouts include:
- blood orange donut
- maple glazed bacon sticks
Sadly no pictures. They came later when my fingers were too greasy and my mind too slow from the rapidly rising food coma to snap some shots.