Service wasn't the greatest- but you can't really expect much from this cafeteria-style, heavily-Ryerson-encroached eatery.
What the most disturbing part was, when I opened the door for the washroom (mind you, washrooms are right beside their kitchen....) I wasn't greeted by a washroom attendant -no- but instead, a very perky and very happy cockroach. Heeeeyyyyyyy. I (audibly) yelped, and then (mentally) planned to Yelp, and then scurried the hell out of there.
Was surprised by the manager's response- as all he replied was, "Ohhh... shoot. Sorry about that." and turned away to continue tending to another diner.
Sorry what?
There's a half-beaten, half-alive c o c k r o a c h -who can very well survive a nuclear BOMB- sitting in your lavatory, and you're just going to let it have a late check out? If this is how the Salad 'King' treat their people, I do not want to stay in his Kingdom.
And my Lime Leaf Chicken was soggy noname chicken segments drowning in a sloppy red shit soup. It tasted spicy and sad.