Mr. H

Dinner at Mr. H feels like going to a party inside a jewelry box. A giant gold dragon (we’d say life-size, but who knows what size dragons are) presides over the space like the ballerina looking over your grandmother’s diamond brooch. Come here with your friends who appreciate the type of bonding that only happens over a rum-heavy Golden Panda Bowl for four. The long bar that slinks through the space is the best seat in the house, for one very specific reason: it eventually morphs into a dumpling bar where you can watch dim sum come together with surgical precision. We really like the shrimp and crab shumai, which are soft and savory, and completely extra, with gold leaf and caviar topping. The scallion pancakes are a must, and the Beijing Lamb is so rich and aromatic with cumin rub that you might think you don’t need the chili yogurt dip, but you would be very, very wrong.

photo credit: Josh Jamison

photo credit: Josh Jamison

photo credit: Josh Jamison

photo credit: Josh Jamison