rev:text
| - The name of this place has nothing to do with anything pertaining to the restaurant.
It's like naming a nightclub 'Zen', it just has nothing to do with what's going on.
Picked up Stephanie on a lazy Sunday morning from Markham, and she recommended this place for dim sum. So, how we she led me through the wrong door and into the wrong restaurant was a total waste of time.
The wait didn't take more than five minutes, and we were sat upon the table we were shown was cleaned up. I don't understand why we were led to our table, and then a cleaning crew was summoned. Wouldn't it made more sense if they cleaned it first, and then ushered us to our table?
The décor was horrible, but I was too hungry to care. Nobody in Canada goes for Sunday morning dim sum and renders any judgement on the ambiance.
Stephanie spoke Cantonese, I speak Mandarin. We could have both shared in the responsibility of ordering, but I thought I let her do all the work while I hinted at which items I wanted with the movements of my eyebrows.
The service of the food is probably tolerable to most people, as half of it required the trolly woman to further servicing it for convenience. The salesmanship..r the saleswomanship is simply not there. If you trouble one of these old trolly women to examine the food, and decide not to buy it, you get a cut-eye. All the food items are hollered out in Cantonese, so I need a look, man!
Regardless, I got a half dozen dirty looks.
The concept is all wrong, if you are not going to assess your clients age demographic and thus determining what to cook for best saleability, then at least hire some young skirt in heels to sell the damn things.
Yeah, I said. I wouldn't buy what I don't want, but I'd be more inclined to purchase something I don't know, just as long as it's being sold to my by a pair of nice legs and some cleavage. Quicker way to get rid of the less popular foods.
I'm not saying that they should run the old women out of a job, but if you want an air of authenticity, then hire some less disgruntled people.
I ain't looking for beef on Sunday mornings with old bitches.
Food is satisfactory, but the good stuff never come around enough.
I guess I just order a lobster, or a menu...but who's got that appetite on Sunday mornings? I feel guilty already skipping Church...gluttony ain't gonna make me feel better.
|