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| - This is a review for The Mandarin in North York at Yonge/Eglinton. I don't know where to begin. It was the only time I was let down by Mandarin.
This restaurant looks like a 1980s conversion from either a Pizza Hut or Pizza Delight (anyone remember that fuckin place?), or maybe a Kelsey's, Caseys, CC's, Olive Garden, who knows... All I know is the layout for this place is very unnatural and forced. One section looks like it was once a partitioned smoking section.
As you enter the restaurant, the waiting/reception area is a long narrow and twisty-shaped trainwreck, where staff members also deploy from as if it were a pillbox circa 1942. Gridlocked. Who designed this?
As you enter from the mall, all the CCTV screens are immediately to the left and some patrons are monitored on video. A humungus fat guy was headlining the show as we entered, and staff had him on 3 different camera angles while he ate. All of the security/dining room monitors are on display for everybody to watch while they are waiting for their tables. Very strange thing to see. Why not turn the monitor around so it is viewable only to staff members from behind the counter? Maybe to let you know that you will be timed/monitored during the duration of your visit. Who knows, but it was pretty bizzarro stuff to see first thing when you walk in. While we waited for our seat the cameras were all over this one guy in particular, who literally weighed about 500 fucking pounds, his head was the size of a tire from a Toyota Tercel.
After a relatively short wait (5 to 7 minutes) we were led to our table, which happened to be situated one table over from the humongous fat ass previously mentioned.
Upon being seated, we ordered coffee then went to the buffet. The buffet is a little smaller than other Mandarins that I have been to, but overall it was fine. My only problem with the buffet was all the riff-raff waddling all over the place. I'm no elitist, but Jesus Christ it's like a Wal-Mart was next door. Pants hanging down lower than people's asses, jogging pants, sports shit/human billboards, bling phones, and a rabbit hole of various other societal devolution.
We stayed for about 50 minutes, ate 2 or 3 plates. The fat motherfucker next to us literally made about 8-10 trips to the buffet in the time we were sitting and when we did leave, he didn't seem to be finishing anytime soon. It was hard to watch. Down right fucking disgusting actually.
The coffee we ordered never arrived. No waitress was available until the time we were ready to pay the bill.
The place was kind of dirty, the tables and the walls were disgusting. The table cloth had crumbs and cumstains all over it when we were seated. The wall that the two-seater table was butted up against had what looked to be vaginal croutons all over it. It was disgusting and I don't know how staff cannot use a J-cloth and wipe the wall beside the table. It was obviously contaminated. It looked like many days worth of spray/discharge/debris. I don't know how management cannot see the walls are coated with vaginal croutons and streaks of mystery fluid.
Parking is also not free, but that is life in the city sometimes and can't really blame Mandarin for that.
For a better Mandarin experience you will probably want to visit the one in Burlington or Brampton. Those 2 are A+ in both service, building layout, and general buffet satisfaction.
I don't think I would go back to the Mandarin at Yonge and Eglinton unless I was totally shitfaced and/or drugged/kidnapped.
I am disappointed that I had to leave a disappointing review of a Manadarin location and feel like something has gone very wrong in the world.
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