The venerable staple of chinatown, King's Noodle has been spiffed up and instead of a dizzying array of round tables, white plastic table cloths, and hand scribbled wall poster specials, now sports a more modern layout with jazzed up colourful decorations along the wall and a TV with a custom video rolling through menu selections playing over and over.
I dropped in to satisfy a craving for wonton soup and it hit the spot. The broth was hot and the noodles rounded out the soup nicely. The wontons were chock full of shrimp and pork and I could have slurped back a couple bowls of the stuff. The stone-faced staff seemed to be in a good mood and it sounded like a party going on in the kitchen behind me which I like to hear. There's nothing more satisfying in a restaurant than a perceived happiness happening with the staff. I dropped some change on the table hoping my server would pocket it, and threw more change into the obligatory huge pile of silver at the til where you pay. For under five bucks it was the ideal stop over when chugging down Spadina.