Purists might balk at the thought of authentic dim sum available west of Monterey Park or Chinatown, but many of the dishes here come close to the real thing. The man behind the steamers hails from the San Gabriel Valley, but the dining room is quintessential
Beverly Boulevard swank with splashes of red. There are no steaming carts, no lazy Susans, and no chicken feet (tripe still makes an appearance). Instead there’s table service, white lotus cosmos and mango martinis, and an assortment of dumplings, pancakes, buns, and noodles that more than satisfy the dim sum craving. The prices aren’t what you’ll find 30 minutes east, but sometimes a great juicy pork dumpling close to home is worth a little extra.