On Tuesday I took a break from behaving like a sensible adult and went on a brief binge around Soho and Chinatown, which ended not so much in disaster as in Primark on Tottenham Court Road, buying slippers, but that is another story.
What’s more important is that Bao in Soho was, for all that we had to queue outside in the street forlornly and then huddle around a tiny table, entirely worth the privation.
Here is a photo story:
There were three of us and this is what we had:
Pig blood cake
Guinea fowl Chi Shiang Rice
Aged Beef Rump Cap, Aged White Soy Sauce
Confit pork (Bao)
Fried chicken (Bao)
And just out of sight:
Sweet potato fries.
Fried chicken Bao.
Confit pork Bao
Aged Beef Rump.
Sweet potato fries with pickled plum ketchup.
Guinea fowl Chi Shiang rice, photo by ossifier.
Pig blood cake, photo by ossifier.
Classic Bao, photo by ossifier.
The portion sizes are tiny, the prices less so, but this does allow for multiple visits and sharing is encouraged. The tiny sizes also help to let you try absolutely everything without turning into an enormous balloon of food, and if you want a massive steamed pork bun, Chinatown is less than a mile away and will sell you sodding enormous ones full of dubious ground meat purporting to be pork for £1.70: in Bao you get one tiny one filled with definitely-gloriously-wonderfully-tasty pork which you savour for as long as you can.