We went out for dim sum this morning. For those of you who have never indulged in this particularly San Diego experience, you are MISSING OUT. Kearney Mesa is full of nasty-looking little warehouses and strip malls mysteriously jammed with some of the most delicious Asian eating experiences on this side of the hemisphere. I'll warn you ahead of time: it's not pretty. There are no nice walking areas. This is a barren strip full of soulless warehouses. And if you did not know ahead of time what was inside those grim-looking strip malls, you'd probably never stop to have a second look. Why would you? It would be like pulling off the freeway just to check out the 7-11 options. We are not sure how this strange mix of the utterly personality-less, plastic, and artificial happened to alchemically merge with an exotic cuisine worth driving into a skanky part of town for. We are simply grateful that it did and that it's so close by.
And the heading? Well, you can't have dim sum without a couple of cherry mimosas first, can you?
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