And a Duel between Dumplings
Take a break from the brisk winter air and fill your plate with warm, savory dishes inspired by old Chinatown tea houses at East Wind Snack Shop. It only took one visit to capture this author’s heart (and stomach) and become an instant favorite. You may even see him during your next visit, and you too can join the debate of which dumpling reigns supreme.

East Wind Snack Shop’s charming Park Slope location brings some of the best dumplings in the city to our very own backyard.
My love affair with East Wind Snack Shop began on a cold blustery Saturday afternoon at the end of October. After a long and stressful month with disappointingly few fall-weather days, we finally had our first really chilly day, and that occasion called for dumplings!
I had only just learned about East Wind the week prior, where a good buddy of mine had gushed about his experience with their deluxe wonton soup.
I probably shouldn’t be telling you this as a food writer, but I have a personal bias toward Chinese comfort food. The most sacred room in my culinary mind-palace is not reserved for a 7-course tasting menu, or a dish garnished in Michelin stars. Nope. That room contains a small formica table and a plate of steamed spare ribs from none other than Chinatowns own Nom-Wah Tea Parlor.
Now that I have disclosed my prejudice, I can openly express how excited I was to learn of this charming little tea parlor in our very own neighborhood. As soon as we arrived, it was love at first sight.
The storefront, decorated in cherry-red, has the warm and inviting vibe of an old school Chinatown cafe. Upon entering, the interior of East Wind opens to a high tin-finished ceiling, painted landlord-special white, with a wraparound wainscotting caked in a primary red paint. There is countertop seating, as well as a few tables and chairs, and the back of the establishment opens fully to the kitchen, where a few wooden privacy screens denote the line between those eating the dumplings, and those preparing them for consumption.
As we sat down, I turned to the bright red wall to my right, where the paint had rendered an electrical outlet perfectly unusable. I turned to my left, where a woman and her daughter sat quietly engaged at the countertop, slurping on soup and noodles. Above their heads, a large television played YouTube videos of Chinese street food being prepared. I turned my head back to my wife, already deep in thought and concentrating on the elegant little paper menus and I exclaimed “I love it here.”
We had not even tried the food yet, but I was experiencing a feeling similar to the very first time I had dim sum in Chinatown. The feeling was pure comfort, a simple sensation of “welcome.” We dove right in, ordering the aged beef potstickers (a dish they are particularly well known for), as well as the “Incredible Har Gow” shrimp dumplings.
But how could we just stop there. We ordered a side of the Shanghai Noodles to share, and two of the “Gwaco” pork belly bao buns. I washed it all down with a Ramune soda for good measure.
When it all arrived at our table in spartan cardboard bowls, I thought we had ordered too much food, but if we had, it didn’t matter. We ate every last bite, and those were (to date) THE best dumplings I have ever had. We couldn’t even decide which we loved more between the beef and the shrimp. In fact we were so torn, that we had to come back the following weekend and order it all again.
On our second trip out East, we substituted Shanghai Noodles, for the Spicy Crispy option which I liked even better; This time I decided that the dry aged beef dumplings were my favorite, but my wife disagreed, marginally favoring the crystal shrimp dumplings, with their sweet and savory abalone sauce. It was still a very close race between the two.
Of course, we still hadn’t had the wonton soup. My friend who initially turned me on to East Wind said it was his favorite, so we had a good excuse to come back the very next day with him and his wife. For those keeping track, from Sunday to Sunday I had already patronized East Wind Snack shop three times.
It wasn’t even a question as to what I would be writing about for the winter edition.
I had not fallen so head-over-heels in love with a spot since Nom Wah Tea Parlor, and now I didn’t even need to go to Manhattan. The dumplings were better here anyway (sorry Nom Wah, your steamed spare ribs will always have my heart).
The following weekend was the New York City Marathon, and the only reason we didn’t get there for lunch was because we were busy cheering on friends. But the weekend after that, we had five friends visiting us from Boston, and you will never guess where we took them to eat.
On our fourth visit, (another particularly chilly day) we were given cups of hot water, as opposed to the usual chilled tap. This custom I learned is quite popular in some Asian countries, where the warm liquid is thought to be better for digestion in colder weather. I am decidedly a fan and I got a kick out of seeing all my Boston friends gingerly sip at their piping hot tea water. Of course, this time around I had reversed course, and decided that the shrimp dumplings were in fact my favorite, but as I sit here writing about them, I’m already thinking there may just need to be another round between the two of them this week.
Four consecutive trips in half as many weeks is about as ringing an endorsement as I could give, and I do not plan on slowing my cadence any time soon. So, this winter, when the holidays are behind us, and the icy grip of New York City’s wind chill tightens around our scarves and hats, I hope you will join me with a hot cup of tea (or water) and two paper trays of dueling dumplings.
Locations:
417 7th Avenue, Park Slope
253 Smith Street, Carroll Gardens