Mon Shing, where bad service is the thing...
So we had finished up a morning of exploring the Jardin Botanique and were thinking Chinese food so a trip to Chinatown was in order.
And Mon Shing seemed promising enough at first, with a $28 feast for two people that would satisfy our cravings.
The place seemed authentic and there were plenty of locals happily lunching. It's a testament to the diversity of Montreal that in a Chinese restaurant you can hear so many different languages spoken.
I should have known to retreat and flee the scene when the waiter yelled to me, after asked if they have bottled water, "Across the street!" and motioning to some other establishment.
There was enough oil and grease on the initial spring roll to have been left over from the BP spill.
The shrimp ball soup was actually tasty and was the highlight of the meal (not including our exit, of course).
The fried shrimp was way too salty and left a bad aftertaste in my mouth.
The rice that accompanied our main course of chicken consisted of shrimp, pork and peas. The peas were barely defrosted, as in, I could still taste the freezer.
Our chicken was tough, stringy and obviously a cheap cut.
Poor service combined with sub-par food makes for a 1 star review. Fortunately the aftertaste of this place was washed away by the gourmet food festival going on at Poinet-a- Calliere museum.