3.5
This place has it all when it comes to casting. The obligatory hard-working teenage son of the owners. An old man in the kitchen (visible) whose only purpose seems to be to languidly stir the contents of a large pot once in a while. And a totally fabulous waiter who looks like he got unhappily lost on his life's quest to visit every dance music night club from Kowloon to Rangoon.
The food was quite fine, but not extraordinary, I suspect, for Toronto. The catfish in the canh chua was cooked really well. Flaky fish and fatty fat. The okra, on the other hand, appeared to have been slowly cooked since 1961, This is hard to avoid when it comes to okra. But this deficiency is avoidable, and therefore results in a lower rating