The ladies at the blue coffee house around the corner are very strong willed. I am not. Not when it comes to them at least. The coffee house isn't actually around the corner from me. And I doubt they serve coffee. It's in Chinatown but I don't know its name in either English or Chinese. I don't think anyone does. But everyone knows which one I'm taking about. It's the corner one with the blue awning that I think says 'Coffee House." It's an older shop, which means don't go there for delicate and pretty cakes and little pastries. But the custards are right on. Their meat baos are large and cheap. And best of all, I just discovered that they make mahn-to, my favorite bread rolls. (the list goes mahn-to, brioche, Taiwanese white bread, garlic ciabatta...)
Whenever I go in there, they're always trying to sell me items that I do not want and yesterday was no exception. "Two mahn-to, please." "Fresh or frozen?" "Fresh." "They're all out." "OK, frozen." "We don't sell them individually, you have to buy them in packs." "Uh..." "It's just $4 a pack." "Well, OK." So I bought eight instead. Total pushover.
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