So we went to A Single Pebble. We got there, got seated, and found ourselves next to a table of 8 where two of the men had the loudest voices that carried and resonated so horrifyingly I thought we might have PTSD. They left before we even ordered thank God, or I would have needed counseling.
We ordered potstickers (fabulous) and Mushi pork (also fabulous). However, we got the spicy pork on the advice of our waitress who said, "I like spicy, so if you do, I would get it." I affirmed that we did indeed like spicy and our order was placed.
Let me just say this: that Mushi pork was so fucking spicy, AND about 211 degrees, that at one point while I was eating it I actually became frightened about what was happening to me. But you know me...I'm resilient. I finished it all.
I highly recommend that restaurant and that dish. Just go in with eyes wide open...and soon your nose will be running.
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