In case you were wondering, I utterly FAILED in securing a P1 ticket, and ultimately ended up purchasing backup P2 tickets - two tickets, in fact. Thankfully, not all hope was lost as a certain potato was subjected to ridiculous luck and managed to obtain P1 spots for every U.S. stop. (Let the NYC trip planning begin!)
Thank you Momo Tea!!
Their most popular item, the Sushi Burger, had been sold out during my downtown travels last year, so it seemed only reasonable to try it out. The OG Poké bowl was also requested. Both were intended as takeout dishes, in spite of the available seating in the vicinity.
Three to four members of staff worked the prepare orders; the only female member, in particular, seemed to focus on delivering items to the customer at the end of the ingredient bar.
Not a single plastic bag was provided for ease of handling, convenience, nor sake of sanity. Utensils, napkins, and the like were found at the end of the ingredient bar, without so much as a "It's right there. You can get it yourself." lazily uttered for guidance.
It was beyond all reasoning how such a tremendous amount of greasiness and smashed ingredients could find their way onto each and every time that had come in contact with the food preparation assembly line AND failed to be cleaned off prior to the final hand-off. Germaphobe or not, this is an immensely grotesque sight to witness.
The Sushi Burger comprised of two stale, deep-fried rice patties - a blend of soggy white rice and bland purple grains - a ridiculous portion of seaweed salad, shredded carrot and cabbage, and a tiny scoop of marinated salmon chunks. Not only was SU&BU's signature creation a hassle to remove from its box, its dryness and disappointing ingredient proportions had me questioning whether it was even worth half of its ten-dollar price tag.
The OG Poké was, sadly, even worse. The entire bowl was submerged in a tangy, synthetic mango-like drizzle with prominent punches of chili - one could describe the mess as sauce overload. The same seaweed salad made an appearance in the bowl, along with browning avocado, limp cubes of fish, kale, and unfitting shreds of coconut. The underlying base of purple and white rice was warm and mushy, but the worst part of all was the gag-worthy helping of sauce.
Do yourself a favour - take your poké business elsewhere, preferably to Mi'Hito.
I also proposed a brisk walk through Port Credit, where an impromptu decision was made to obtain garlic bread from Papa Giuseppe's. (They were scrumptious - I'll have you know!)
On the other hand, I remain interested by the approach taken to create these airy, cotton-like mounds. A recipe was sourced from the World Wide Web and followed with extreme precision.
Garnishes of icing sugar, crushed Oreo O's, and fresh fruit actually proved more satisfying than expected. The lasting touches were labour-intensive (and a tad time-consuming), though a spectacle to witness. I can't quite commit to this recipe yet, however. Room for improvement remains.