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| - As a matter of disclosure, we have had very bad luck with Chinese takeout in Toronto. It just seems as though whatever we order here ends up being this bland, grey, stringy goop. So it's seldom that we eat Chinese outside of a handful of carefully selected restaurants, and almost never that we chance takeout or delivery.
However, we were in the mood for Chinese and decided to try this place, which had a professional looking website and decent reviews. I biked over and waited for the food to be ready and then quickly biked home. I had the food on our plates in under 10 minutes from the moment it was handed to me at the restaurant - so as to minimize any deterioration due to the food sitting in styrofoam.
We ordered a won ton soup, which was bland and desperately needed salt. But it was won ton soup, which I dutifully ate - I cannot hate a won ton. But it was all downhill from there.
The chicken fried rice was bland, if inoffensive. The diced chicken with cashews was an unappetizing orange - orange cashews, orange sauce with stringy bits of orange chicken. Why oh why did it have to be orange?
The beef noodle dish was this light brown / grey monotone of goop - basically a pile of bland grey noodles with the occasional bit of beef mixed in. The beef was the same colour as the noodles (grey) so it became very difficult to tell beef from noodle - not that it mattered since the beef was essentially irrelevant to the dish. Vegetables you ask? Even a token piece of onion or green pepper? Don't be silly. Eat your noodles.
The vegetarian dumplings were as bland and pointless as everything else in the plate - just mushy soggy starch with some nondescript bland filling. I think I saw something green in there - it was probably the only green in the whole meal.
My wife simply refused to eat anything beyond a few bites, calling it vile. My mother-in-law (who treated us to the meal) rolled her eyes a few times at my wife's pickiness, but very quickly tapered off, having given up herself. Our two year old drank some broth and refused to touch the solids which she did not seem to acknowledge as edible. I soldiered on longer than anyone, piling food onto my plate and eating mouthful after mouthful until it occurred to me: what's the point? Why keep going? What do I have to prove?
Most of the food went into the garbage - no leftovers wanted. My mother-in-law apologized and promised to take us to a real Chinese restaurant next time.
Do yourself a favour - just head over to the nearest mall food court and take out from there.
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