img src=”http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_loemx3G50h1qbowo3o1_500.jpg”/br/br/pwhen someone asks me where i’m eating at the moment, i tell them 456 at 69 mott street in chinatown nyc.  it’s not just for when i crave chinese food or when i’m hungry. as everyone else in nyc are eating hamburgers, pizza, and pasta with tomato sauce, i get a certain sense of comfort from these tiny pork buns.  hand made, steamed and pan fried fresh.  they come 8 on a plate, studded with scallion slices and sesame seeds, and like a heartier and juicier version of shanghainese xiao lung bao.  those not familiar with them tend to get an unpleasant squirt of piping hot beef and pork soup that goes straight across the table, or up the nose.  the latter makes for a more entertaining experience.  but perhaps not for those who don’t understand it.  sometimes something this good i don’t want to share it with just anyone.  it’s a hard dichotomy./p