We were not alone at WONG'S KING on December 25. Cars were ahead and behind us going toward southeast Division Street. The word has been out for a while that this is THE place for Portland dim sum. There are others in the same neighborhood but crowds wanting these tasty stuffed goodies tilt toward Wong's King (not a typo on my part).
Williamette Week raves, "...no place in Portland comes close..." Which explains why dim sum service begins at 9 a.m. on Christmas Day. Other Chinese restaurants in the area of southeast 82nd put out signs about dim sum; it seems they take up the slack of the closed doors on other dining establishments around town. We did drive by a busy Stumptown, keeping the coffee crowd alert.
With all that, our family, arriving at 11 a.m., had a one-hour wait. Helped that it was a sunny day; some of the time Rachel and the kids walked outdoors; they were very patient as we waited for our number to come up. They were also distracted by the diverse crowd milling about.
Besides the food, the women servers had striking purple outfits that reminded me of the olden days of airline stewardesses. How did Wong's King pick up the idea, I ponder.
Even with the photo-taking, I managed to eat my share. Ron and I have a history of Christmas dinners in Chinese restaurants in unexpected places--Paris, Rome, Oaxaca, Mexico. However, this was the first time we ate with so many Chinese diners.
Chinese desserts usually only intrigue me visually--like a layered coffee gelatin that Scott liked. But it is everything else that makes this food special for our family.