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The place is the worst looking restaurant I have seen in a long time. No effort on decor, crammed, I've seen waiting rooms in ghettos more dignified.
I asked for a whole preserved egg, they said they only had it diced. NOBODY SELLS PRESERVED EGG DICED!
At least Jennifer K helped with reloading on my congee, so I didn't had to do any work. The variety of congee was quite impressive for such a shabby venue.
I found all the congee to be average, until someone ordered a certain 'style' of congee indigenous to a particular province in China.
As soon as the spoon entered my mouth, I was transported back in time to my childhood, during my pre-school era. This was the exactly the type of congee I was fed in pre-school. I began to feel emotions I've not felt for a long time, then suddenly I needed a hug.
Jennifer K was too far away from me, to my left was a dude, and next to him was this crazy woman who gave me the most condescending look after telling her I voted for Rob Ford. So I just gave myself a mental hug.
Ambiance is always first for me, but no restaurant have ever made me want to hug myself, so..hats off I guess.
The food is average, unless you had a childhood like mine.
It's freaking buzzing on Weekend mornings, so come early.
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