I've been going here since the mid-eighties. Food and service have ranged from okay to outstanding over the years, but they've never served me anything resembling a bad plate, and they have never screwed up my order. Our waiter and busboy this past Sunday evening were really on the job, and the food was just what the doctor ordered. The pan-fried dumplings and the Chinese broccoli in garlic sauce were standouts, and the Cantonese chow mein and beef with two kinds of mushrooms weren't disappointing. Perfect rice and drinkable tea completed the order. We ate all the bits of it.
Restroom was usable without gagging. That's not always been the case.
Despite its austere decor and lighting, and cyclically unpleasant loos, this place remains my go-to Chinese spot in Montreal. Why? Because it's been a consistently reliable spur-of-the-moment choice for deeply-flavored, stick-to-the-ribs westernised Cantonese cuisine for 25-odd years. Just the ticket to raise one's spirits in the pit of a Montreal winter. I'm happy just knowing it's open, some days.