We headed back to the hotel after eating at the House of Salty Food aka House of Nanking. Yes, the food was salty. Each time an entree was brought out, I swear the salt increased. We ordered orange chicken, which isn't an original Chinese entree, glazed eggplant, and crispy noodles with braised fish. I use glaze in a loose term, practially everything was glazed. There wasn't a difference in the sauce within each entree we ordered. They should have just cooked everything in the same pan to save them the time and the trouble. Can you tell I isn't enjoy it? I think Daniel hyped it up a little too much.
So, after a little rest and a few episodes of Everybody Loves Raymond, Cookie dragged me outta the hotel for a brisk walk towards a pastry store she wanted to check out. What we thought was brisk ended up being a few miles up and down hills of downtown. We knew we were somewhere else once the crowd started to fade. With the help of our iPhone, we found a convenient, and correct, way to get to Delanghe. Passing through a neighborhood that resembled Full House style homes, and noticing we were close to Japan Town, we finally saw the pastry store. To our amaze and sweet cravings, we stared at each dessert trying not over drool in front of the guff, French baker. Our desire to try everything left us to order each flavor of almond macaroons, a plum scone, and a fruit brioche. We only have so little pennies to pay for our cravings. So now we venture back to meet Erika half way on Bush St. Oh yeah, that's right. Erika stayed behind cause she was too tired from the drive. Haha
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