It just occurred to me that that wall of Sriracha was at a dumpling place. Look. I love Sriracha, and I love dumplings. But to mix the two is SACRILEGE. You eat dumplings with malt vinegar and minced garlic, and THAT IS THE ONLY WAY YOU EAT DUMPLINGS.
I hadn’t thought of what that Sriracha is actually doing there. They serve really incredible sauces (not all of them vinegar-based, you’ll be horrified to know) with the dumplings, so it’s either for the pork buns, or they were just like, “It’s Asian. We’re Asian. Let’s sell it.”
Only AFTER The Guy brought home take-out Thai the other night did we realize that we were out of Sriracha. And I swear to God, it was the saddest, most dramatic thing that’s happened to me in YEARS.
SUBSCRIBE
read my RSS feed
or get posts e-mailed to you:
ABOUT
I'm Katie, a farmgirl originally from Ohio who moved to NYC in 2005 for no apparent reason. I like vintage-looking things that are actually new, filagree everything, people who don't make me feel awkward, meaning it when I say "no sleep till Brooklyn", and not trying too hard.
11 Comments
Is that Moby in front of the mural? If only we could get our hands on yo mama’s footage ..
I see what you did there.
Beautiful! I especially love the Sriracha wall.
I need that sign for my house since it’s monitored by YO MAMA.
Holy moly that’s a lot of sriracha. And I can’t decide if that mural is freaking awesome or just freaks me out.
That mural is SO awesome!
Another reason to like Fridays? Why not?!
:)
It just occurred to me that that wall of Sriracha was at a dumpling place. Look. I love Sriracha, and I love dumplings. But to mix the two is SACRILEGE. You eat dumplings with malt vinegar and minced garlic, and THAT IS THE ONLY WAY YOU EAT DUMPLINGS.
I hadn’t thought of what that Sriracha is actually doing there. They serve really incredible sauces (not all of them vinegar-based, you’ll be horrified to know) with the dumplings, so it’s either for the pork buns, or they were just like, “It’s Asian. We’re Asian. Let’s sell it.”
Love all of them, great random sampling from the Ettly archives.
Only AFTER The Guy brought home take-out Thai the other night did we realize that we were out of Sriracha. And I swear to God, it was the saddest, most dramatic thing that’s happened to me in YEARS.