emperor’s garden cream puffs. a chinatown institution. the lines are long and the service is abrupt, but these hot, custard filled little balls are worth it. last night during our wait in the queue we were treated to a kid trying to master the kickflip, while his friends rated him on his form. his friend, no matter what, wouldn’t give him a 9/10 – a score reserved for the greats. at one stage he told him “you’re no tony hawk,” which is true.