Amy and I first went to Purple Kow over the summer in San Francisco’s Outer Richmond. However, as those familiar with San Francisco’s geography knows, the Outer Richmond is a mostly residential neighborhood that’s difficult to access by public transportation. The only nearby attraction is the amazing Shanghai Dumpling King, which, to be honest, may be reason enough to visit the area. Against all reason, the line for Purple Kow was long and slow. (What are people doing out here in the boonies? Do they live here? Are they visiting just for PMT?) Needless to say, we were excited when a Berkeley store opened up on Center Street. (more…)
Since Amy detailed the shopping aspects of our San Francisco excursion, I suppose it is only fitting that I outline the eats! Unfortunately, I did not bring my camera on this trip, nor did I take phone pics. I suppose you will just have to imagine it 😦
I make it a point to try to eat at at least one new place every time I come to SF, preferably on my list of places to eat. This time around, we ventured out to Outer Richmond for some dumpling goodness. Outer Richmond is in the boonies where MUNI is scarce, so it was nice to stop by this area that we would never otherwise visit.
First stop was Shanghai Dumpling King. Their xiaolongbao (小籠包) had pretty big shoes to fill – Joe’s Shanghai in New York was pretty darn good and soupy. But it went fine, these were great. The green onion pancake (蔥油大餅) was pretty bomb too. It was flakier and slightly thicker than normal, which is possibly where the 大 comes in, in 蔥油大餅. We also got pork buns, whose name escapes me. They were incredibly hot, temperature-wise, but as the impatient folk we are, we ate them piping hot anyways. By the age of forty I expect to have burned off all my taste buds. The final dish was the glorious egg puff, which to be honest sounds difficult to mess up (but, what do I know?). It’s basically just fried eggy dough covered with sugar. Simple and awesome.
Then we headed over two blocks to Purple Kow, which specializes in particularly squat, wide cups of PMT. For those uninitiated, at least in the Bay Area we say PMT (pearl milk tea), but boba is an acceptable term if you must. Bubble tea, while cutesy, is stretching it. It’s been awhile since I got tapioca pearls, since I usually opt for rainbow jelly or some kind of pudding. The drink was pretty great (I got honey milk black tea), although the size was a bit overwhelming. The wait was long, but not as bad as Tpumps in San Mateo – 1 hour for a PMT is dedication.