Momo Money, Momo problems...(with portion control!- helloooo)

As I sit here, eating a cupcake after some delicate stomach issues (DUMPLING UNRELATED) I realize that sometimes, I should question my choices.  But I never question a good trip to Himalaya. Himalaya is a tiny little restaurant on Franklin Avenue (Side note: I was just fact checking my blog because I believe in the truth, and the restaurant is actually called Himalayan Restaurant – catchy!)  They serve Nepalese food, which I hadn’t tried until I was 24 years old. Unbelievable. I remember my Uncle Basil trying to convince me to go to Himalaya by saying “But Suzy! You don’t even know! They have DUMPLINGS!”

Ding ding ding! Magic word!

Yes, it’s true. The Nepalese make these adorable little purses of yak (take that phrase to the BANK!) called momos. Steamed, (not fried – those are called kothe – I am slightly less jazzed about those) these juicy dumplings pack in a nicely spiced flavor, along with just a little bit of cilantro and a LOT of garlic. It comes in a few different variations (vegetarian/meat – turkey & pork/yak). I chose yak, as it isn’t really offered too many places. It’s tasty meat – though a bit on the dry side. I prefer the “meat” option, but it’s definitely fun to order yak. The wrapper? DOUGHY, chewy, delicious! But not too doughy, because I can eat 5 and still happily pile some chicken tikka with some garlic naan on my plate right after. The sauce that accompanies the momos is not your average dumpling sauce. In fact, it’s a cold, tomato-y, curry sauce with a serious kick! I love it – it makes my nose run, which makes me think it’s also probably some cure-all for colds.

I know what you’re thinking. “Oh my god – she’s selling the farm. She went from a mediocre first dumpling entry to the best?” Rest easy. Yes, it’s in the top 5. But I can’t have you all believing that I exist solely on generic dumplings. Heavens no! I need to start sending my readers to some great places, and Himalayan Restaurant is where it is at.

Just one more thing before the breakdown: In life, you may only come upon this type of person once or twice. No stranger to momo martyrdom, my dear friend Maggie selflessly always gives up the last momo to me – even if we received an even number. Friends, this is Maggie – she’ll be accompanying me on dumpling dates from time to time. I only hope that you all have the luck of finding a potsticker partner such as she, for even my own mother has never given me the extra dumpling.

There it is you guys - the extra dumpling. I call this piece "Anxiety"

Until next time.

Cost: $8 for a full order (10) +$1 if you go yak 

Taste: 5/5

Texture: 4/5

Amount: 5/5 (10 dumplings! Some call it excessive; I call it reasonable)