Dim sum and dimmer memories
While I was visiting Indianapolis this week, my younger brother wanted to go out for dim sum. “It’s served in this dumpy little restaurant on the west side of town,” my brother said, “but the food is really good.”
I was game, so we drove to the dumpy little restaurant, Shen Yang, out near one of those dying suburban malls. The building didn’t look familiar to me, but the faux Colonial-style doors and the spartan interior of the restaurant looked vaguely familiar. As I bit into a shrimp dumpling, I wondered if I had eaten there in the past.