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| - So I've finally found the one foodstuff I would prefer to have crammed in my maw than sushi. And that foodstuff is dumpling. And that maw is Ma's.
Mother's Dumplings is pretty much heaven in a reasonably-sized, kitschy Spadina street eatery. I mean, if your idea of heaven is a place where nice waitresses present wicker steamers full of juicy pork buns to you all day long. Which it really should be. The buns split and dribble the most deliciously savory broth, while the pork and chive dumplings provide a bit more texture and crunch.
Vegetarians take heart! The mushroom/chive/tofu dumplings were outstanding, and the Hot Pockets-style chive and egg pancakes were a tasty, doughy homoeopathic cure for hangovers-turned-brunch-food.
The tab, picked up my actual mother, was proclaimed "very reasonable!" considering we both had to be rolled out then and that the garlic burps only just dissipated about twenty minutes ago. Indeed, like all good gifts from mom, we emerged sated, comforted, and only minorly self-loathing.
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