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| - I went here two days in a row and got the same thing cause I liked it so much. First, it's the very definition of tiny hole in the wall. You sit elbow to elbow next to other people slurping up some of the best soup to be had in Montreal like happy little pigs at the trough.
They sit you down on a tiny rickety wood table perched above an escalator leading down to the grocery story below. There's no place to put your winter coat or bag so you sorta stay fully dressed but it's fine cause it's so good you don't talk, you just eat fast. They serve you up this horrible tea (to be fair, I'm not a tea person, I usually only get chamomile). The tea, 'cleanses the palate' by erasing all memories of good tasting food, and starts you off low so the soup tastes like the best thing you've ever had.
I ordered the dan dan bowl with the fattest noodles BOTH TIMES (you can choose the noodle size). The noodles were doughy and perfect.
Then, when they bring it out, it comes in this bowl larger than your head, slippery plastic chop sticks and a small ladle to eat/drink/slurp it with. It's nearly impossible to pick up the noodles and then keep them on the chopsticks long enough to funnel them into your mouth - a humbling challenge to say the least.
Oh but the food is so good it's worth the abuse of the crammed seating, cold winter air coming in every time the door opens, and inadequate eating utensils. Highly recommend.
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