That night, I was taken out to dinner in Burlington. Someone found this place, A Single Pebble, a traditional Chinese restaurant (which, since it's Vermont, is run entirely by white people) not too far off the hippie drag of downtown. Each table had a vase of fresh tiger lilies and a lazy Susan at its center (dishes are meant to be shared).
I drank a lychee martini that was finished with a drop of grenadine. We ate delicately battered and fried eggplant chips that came with a hoisin dipping sauce. We ate duck pancakes that were a little too tortilla-ish for my taste and thick-skinned ground pork dumplings.
Batons of tofu arrived battered and fried and topped with green chiles in what was called Salt and Pepper Tofu. Chow fun boasted plump shrimp, a wide array of vegetables, the toothsome noodles and pieces of dark meat (I think it was chicken). Rabbit was a little on the spicy side, cooked in a black bean sauce and resting on withered greens. It wasn't my favorite; the barbecued pork was. The pork had been rubbed with Chinese five spice and came with a "white" barbecue sauce, which was really more clear than anything.
It made me wonder why all the Chinese food in my own, supposedly "ethnic" neighborhood is so completely atrocious. So if you're already making the drive, it's well worth the trip.
A Single Pebble
133 Bank Street
Burlington, VT 05401