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| - I don't know whether to say I'm ashamed that as a Chinese person who has grown up in Toronto, I'd never been to Phoenix before this time, or thankful that I'd never been to Phoenix before this time.
I came a few weeks ago and I was super excited, because it seems like every Chinese young person has been to Phoenix before, and I wanted to be one of the cool kids. Besides, if everyone is going, doesn't that mean it should be worth going to? Apparently not, if my trip was a typical experience.
We let the waitress know we were a party of three, and she showed us to a table. As soon as we reached that table, she discovered a party of five had just come in behind us, so she told us to change tables to a table in the back next to the serving station. I don't like feeling displaced.
We ordered a Japanese style pork cutlet with egg on rice, a clam and mushroom on white sauce pasta with puff pastry, and a Hoi Nam chicken rice. The pork cutlet with egg on rice was tasty, but the portion was a tad lacking. There were very little clams in the white sauce, and the whole dish was quite bland. I know Chinese style white sauce is usually lacking in cream flavor, but this was more than that. The whole dish needed more salt. The puff pastry is pretty, but it really doesn't add anything to the dish. The Hoi Nam chicken rice was supposed to be boneless. I found two bones. Other than that, it was alright. Not the best Hoi Nam chicken I've ever had. Certainly not the worst. The portion could have been bigger though. Oh. The soup that came with it actually just tasted like water with green onions. Perhaps there was a tiny touch of chicken broth powder in there, but just barely.
Weirdest experience of the night. Most Chinese restaurants of this variety have a condiment rack on each table. When we got to our table, we had one. It had chili oil. I know it did, because I like chili oil, and I usually check to see if it's there. When our food came, I turned to my chili oil and it was missing. Upon looking at the table next to mine, I noticed that they did not have a condiment rack. However, they had chili oil. Dun dun dun. I'm guessing they took it while we were praying for our meal. I ended up asking the waitress for chili oil. She asked the table that had taken ours if they were using it (they were finished for the time being), and gave it to us. Then she told us that we could share it. I don't mind sharing, but it's a tad tacky for a restaurant to tell us (not ask us nicely) to share.
I've had much better HK cafe type food in Toronto. I've had bigger portions of better food for cheaper prices. I'm not at all tempted to come again.
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