We'll take one of each. If not three.
The bun, rendered translucent by the grease of the pork belly, reminds me of Homer Simpson's one-time reverse diet, where a sandwich wrapper had to be see-through enough to confuse a flying bird in order for him to eat it.
I didn't have any of the oysters but I heard they were delish.
Not only was it after midnight on a Friday (technically Saturday) so we could eat meat but the chicken wings, for the purposes of my Lenten resolution, were not *technically* fried as they were crisped by their own sizzling fat. The rice balls were starchy goodness, like savory rice candy.
Splitting soup is hard to do.
I mean, just...yes. A group favorite.
The remains of chaos.
The beet-lime soft-serve was refreshing but I was the only one really eating it because everyone else was distracted by these:
Cake batter balls could probably solve many of the world's problems.