I’m recovering from slight food poisoning. All fingers point to momos from a street cart in Queens as the culprit since that’s the one thing my BF didn’t eat and I did last week, but of course, I can’t be hundred percent sure. For scientific purposes, I tried to get David to eat a leftover momo in the fridge after I got sick to verify the source of contamination, but he strangely refused. I guess love has its limits. Fortunately, my case of food poisoning is pretty mild, and I’m coping by eating plain foods that don’t exacerbate my constant nausea. Yesterday, that came in the form of congee at Hing Huang. MORE »
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Incomprehensibly, Hing Huang (formerly Wing Wong, Wing Huang, and variations thereof with “New” in the name) was a favorite of my coworker’s for a long time. Yes, their congee is excellent, but it’s rare, unless I’m sick, I ever crave congee. Sure, it’s also conveniently close to the N/Q/R, and the food is cheap and fast, but when most of the food is mediocre at best, I rather go elsewhere. Recently, though, I’ve had a change of heart about Hing Huang. Most of their food still remains average, but I discovered their beef tendon noodle soup, which is by far the best I’ve ever had in Chinatown. MORE »