Birds of a Feather, Williamsburg

They call it a library, we call it a feast. Heaving at dinner, but mellow for lunch. You amble to the counter, try to decide on what to eat from so much on offer, grab your sticks and wait for a your number to be called… The tray arrives and you bring it to the table. You look at your eating companions; you all silently agree to pace yourselves… which kind of works. The chicken salad was so good, the Dan Dan noodles were flavourful and chewy, the Mapo Tofu, just enough heat and flavour ratio and the dumpling were made from velvet it seemed like, wrapping the pork in a melt in your mouth container, just enough to keep it together until go time.