I don't necessarily like Chinese cuisine and I particularly hate dumplings, steamed or fried. I'm just not keen. But a friend brought me to Chinatown, and oh my head has been turned.
We arrived around 7.30pm, joining a queue of four, but were seated within 10 minutes.
It wasn't an unpleasant waiting period I'll add, as we stood next to the glass separating diners from the chef on the other side. I watched, transfixed as the chef expertly rolled perfectly-filled little dumplings, with a curious - meaty looking - filling, and plopped them next to each other. Fascinating stuff.
Beijing Dumpling is a simply-decorated place with little tables complete with chopsticks and soy sauce bowls. It's not fancy and it needn't be: the food speaks for itself.
My friend and I ordered the steamed eight dumplings; one batch filled with pork and chicken, another batch of eight filled with fish and vegetables. But it's not the meat within these little steamed, hand-made dumplings that make them such a wonder, but the fact that they're soup dumplings. Yes, that's right: soup dumplings.
They're only small, but once you bite into the light dough, out pours a hot delicious soup, which isn't strange or weird, but instead it pairs brilliantly.
This no-fuss restaurant (with downstairs seating to boot), caters for the hungry, at bargain prices, considering its central spot in Soho, London. Highly recommended. In one word: go.