So, you’re thinking about dim sum in Regina, huh? Let me tell you, it’s an experience. Not always in the way you’d expect, but definitely an experience. I found myself on a quest for it, not entirely by choice, mind you.
I remember wandering around, looking for a decent spot. You hear things, you get recommendations, but it’s a different beast when you’re actually there. One place I ended up trying, well, it was memorable. The siu mai were… distinct. The tea was, let’s say, robust. But honestly, the food itself almost became a side note to the whole reason I was even in Regina, hunting for steamed dumplings in the first place.
How I Ended Up in the Land of Living Skies Craving Har Gow
You see, I didn’t just wake up one day and decide, “Regina needs my dim sum expertise!” Nah, life throws you curveballs. My company, bless their cotton socks, decided I was the perfect candidate for a “super exciting, career-defining project” out in Saskatchewan. They painted this picture of innovation, growth, a real game-changer. I packed my bags, said goodbye to my usual haunts, and flew out, full of… well, something resembling optimism.
Turns out, the “career-defining project” was a bit of a dumpster fire. A glorious, five-alarm blaze, to be exact. The planning was all over the place, communication was like a game of broken telephone played across continents, and the local team they’d promised? Mostly just one very stressed intern who looked as lost as I felt. It was one of those situations where you just knew, deep down, this wasn’t going to end well.
My daily routine quickly became:
- Wake up.
- Go to the “office” (a rented room that smelled faintly of old socks).
- Try to make sense of the chaos.
- Fail spectacularly.
- Go back to my temporary shoebox apartment.
It was during one of those particularly soul-crushing weeks that the dim sum craving hit me. Hard. It was more than just hunger; it was a desperate need for something familiar, something comforting, something that wasn’t tainted by the project’s impending doom. So, I started my search. My “practice,” if you will, was navigating this new, slightly bewildering city, trying to find a small piece of solace in a basket of shrimp dumplings.
The Dim Sum Verdict, Sort Of
Did I find the best dim sum of my life in Regina? Probably not. Was it an escape? For an hour or two, yes. The thing is, that whole Regina chapter, the disastrous project, the forced relocation – it taught me a lot. Mostly about corporate double-speak and how to spot a sinking ship from miles away. The dim sum itself, well, it was part of that weird, messy, unexpected journey.
I didn’t stay on that project for long, you can imagine. They “restructured” it, which was a polite way of saying they pulled the plug and pretended it never happened. I got shipped back, a little wiser, a lot more cynical. Funny thing is, every now and then, I see an internal job posting for a “Project Lead – Regina Initiative,” and the description is almost identical to the one they sold me. They just bump the salary range up a bit each time it fails to attract anyone. Some things never change, eh? And sometimes, you just gotta laugh and go find some actually good dim sum, wherever you are.