I bought three pairs of metallic shoes tonight. I was with my friend Ganda (who has an excellent blog called eatdrinkonewoman, here) after a large amount of chinese food at a pretty good place called Amazing 66 on Mott Street. The piece de resistance of the dinner was this stuffed chicken dish that had to be ordered a day in advance. We were sort of expecting a roasted chicken type deal, with a sticky rice stuffing. What ended up on the table was what you see pictured; it was essentially a hollowed-out chicken, deep fried, then stuffed with rice and sausage. So there was no actual chicken in the chicken. Just skin (very tasty, but still). What did they do with the meat, we wondered.
Afterward, we felt it necessary to walk to try to move some of the massive amount of food we'd just eaten. It was a beautiful cool early spring night, the sun was setting in a fiery sky to the west, and Tootsi Plohound was still open. Twenty minutes later I was carrying three pairs of shoes AND a bag of leftovers. I'm not sure if deep fried skin is good the next day.
