Duck, duck, GOOSE!
So my first real post is going to be about my goose hunt. Since I basically asked everyone AND their mothers where to find a goose, there might be some people out there that care about what happened.
First of all, I am talking about a cooked Chinese roasted goose -- not something I would need to cage, pluck, and bake myself. I only do that with chickens. Secondly, it was for my mother's birthday. I'm not just obsessed with geese. They're quite hard to find outside of SF and pricier than the average duck you see hanging in the window of every Asian market. I guess it can be considered a delicacy for those who can distinguish the difference in taste and texture.
So, I knew the goose could be found in SF Chinatown, but I swore to never drive there on my own. No matter what, I would avoid the terror of navigating the streets and parallel parking...at all costs. I figured South bay had a pretty high density of Asian people. Surely, there's a store that sells roasted geese. Unfortunately, I only had a couple days, limited Cantonese, a fear of phones, and a fear of people.
I'm not going to go into detail about all of the places I called and visited because I'd rather not relive the headache. Suffice it to say, it was 3 hours before I needed the goose and I still had no idea where to get it. At that point, all I knew was: I'm getting that %#@&!*# goose! I surrendered to the driving nightmare that is San Francisco and with the help of Google, found a restaurant that sold my feathery friend. I promptly called and reserved two birds (not because we would be able to eat all of it but because one would not sufficiently reward me for all my hard work).
The place was called Yee's Restaurant on Grant Ave. Traffic was awful and the rain was pouring, but by some miracle I was able to find a parking space a block away from the restaurant. The people behind the counter were really nice and gave me my geese even though I was hours late. Other than the leering patrons, I would say it was a pretty charming little restaurant. My mother was thrilled, the goose was delicious, and I'm happy to say it's all over.
More about the goose? Tastes like a roasted duck except slightly more gamy and meaty. Yummy, but probably not worth the travel for me.
Thanks to everyone who helped and/or had to listen to my whine!
First of all, I am talking about a cooked Chinese roasted goose -- not something I would need to cage, pluck, and bake myself. I only do that with chickens. Secondly, it was for my mother's birthday. I'm not just obsessed with geese. They're quite hard to find outside of SF and pricier than the average duck you see hanging in the window of every Asian market. I guess it can be considered a delicacy for those who can distinguish the difference in taste and texture.
So, I knew the goose could be found in SF Chinatown, but I swore to never drive there on my own. No matter what, I would avoid the terror of navigating the streets and parallel parking...at all costs. I figured South bay had a pretty high density of Asian people. Surely, there's a store that sells roasted geese. Unfortunately, I only had a couple days, limited Cantonese, a fear of phones, and a fear of people.
I'm not going to go into detail about all of the places I called and visited because I'd rather not relive the headache. Suffice it to say, it was 3 hours before I needed the goose and I still had no idea where to get it. At that point, all I knew was: I'm getting that %#@&!*# goose! I surrendered to the driving nightmare that is San Francisco and with the help of Google, found a restaurant that sold my feathery friend. I promptly called and reserved two birds (not because we would be able to eat all of it but because one would not sufficiently reward me for all my hard work).
The place was called Yee's Restaurant on Grant Ave. Traffic was awful and the rain was pouring, but by some miracle I was able to find a parking space a block away from the restaurant. The people behind the counter were really nice and gave me my geese even though I was hours late. Other than the leering patrons, I would say it was a pretty charming little restaurant. My mother was thrilled, the goose was delicious, and I'm happy to say it's all over.More about the goose? Tastes like a roasted duck except slightly more gamy and meaty. Yummy, but probably not worth the travel for me.
Thanks to everyone who helped and/or had to listen to my whine!
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