The day after I heard Prince had died I was biking from one meeting to the next and realized I hadn't had a proper lunch. Tummy grumbling I turned to bike up Bathurst and heard "When The Doves Cry" coming from a little restaurant "Mean Bao." I had no idea what to expect but had enjoyed Dim Sum in the past so in I went. It was at an odd hour for a meal - 3:30pm - so it was nice and empty and I quickly chose the tofu bao and some dumplings. Because the prices were low I thought they would be tiny but I could easily have had one as a snack. The tofu bao with enoki mushrooms, peanut sauce and burnt sugar was TO DIE FOR. I'll never forget that particular concoction - fluffy sponge "taco" wrapped around fresh, crunchy, hot, saucy, DELICIOUSNESS. Dumplings were solid but the bao won the day.