[A]s our favorite food critic, Jonathan Gold promised, Fu-Shing is delicious! After drooling over camera equipment at Samy’s in Pasadena, (and getting a new speed light flash for my Nikon!), we were starved. We traveled east on Colorado Blvd. a few miles and wandered into the Chinese restaurant. Apparently, 3pm Sunday lunches are popular among those with babies. Rhys was among 4 other babies at the restaurant, much to his delight. He stared wistfully at the babies anchored in their matching high chairs across the room, yearning to play with them. That is, until our food was served.
The shrimp chow mein was among the best I’ve had. Rhys was fixated on my plate of noodles, as is his way these days. I appeased him by giving him a few bits of carrot off my plate. Toggling between a fork for Rhys and chopsticks for myself grew tiresome, so I offered him some carrot via chopsticks. He swiftly moved forward and took the bite, his lips gliding smoothly off the chopsticks as if he’d done it a million times before, totally nonchalant. I had no idea you were so worldly, Rhys.
The end of lunch had Rhys consumed by the deep soup spoons. I think he could have played with them all afternoon.
