Weekend excursions that involve overnight stays are admittedly taxing on me - being Wi-Fi-less is miserable during pre-comeback season - but travelling to places that are seldom visited is always an activity of interest. Day trips happen to be the perfect compromise.
The menu did not differ from the North York or Chinatown locations, though, given the early hours of the day, majority of the tapioca options were not available. I settled for a Nature Melon Lemon with Crystal Tapioca (the only variation on offer) and a OneZo Spring Milk Tea.
Nature Melon Lemon was, well, just as anticipated. There were no distinct variations from my visits elsewhere.
I did not visit the bathroom on this visit and thus cannot provide any comments in that regard. On a general basis, the establishment was kept to minimal levels of cleanliness, with the only prominent area of filth being the 4 mm-thick layer of dust atop the fire alarm.
Prior to noon, there was no need to wait for a table. However, as our meal progresses, more and more patrons began to accumulate about the entrance.
- B01 海南雞飯/Hainanese Chicken Rice w/ Chicken Oil Rice
- A01 魚骨豬骨湯墨魚丸米線/ Yunnan Vermicelli w/ CuttleFish Ball in Fish Broth
- 焗芝士茄汁牛利意粉 / Baked Ox Tongue Spaghetti w/ Tomato Sauce + Cheese [Custom] >
I desperately desired a Baked Ox Tongue Spaghetti with Tomato Sauce and Cheese, but this particular selection had been exempted from the combo listing. Rice and spaghetti bases can usually be swapped without additional fees, but switching the sauce option was a much more tedious task than anticipated.
"I'm not sure we can do that." He told us, "But I'll try."
Our meals appeared in less than ten minutes, at which point I had discovered the base of my order to consists of white grains instead of the spaghetti noodles. I waved him the server over yet again, pointing out the fault in the base.
"You didn't tell me..." He mumbled, as he retrieved my platter and strode towards the kitchen.
Not a single member of the party could understand this claim, for the dish had already been prepared and all that was needed was a base swap.
As the lady continued to fend her point, the same male server appeared behind her with the correct order. Nothing more could be said by her, so the two merely walked away. From a distance, I overhead "Just don't do it next time, alright?" as I dove into my saucy pan of spaghetti.
The ox tongue was ridiculously tender, yet also of substantial thickness. The sauce was tangy, with satisfying bits of stringy cheese unravelling between twirled forkfuls of soft spaghetti noodles. Al dente has never been my cup of tea, but neither has mushy, overcooked pasta. Phoenix's rendition was just right - perfect even. I had no complaints whatsoever, and even managed to demolish majority of the dish without assistance in any form.
Of course, this was largely owed to the young server who placed customer satisfaction over restaurant policies in this specific circumstance.
Bland was the Yunnan Vermicelli, which was we didn't end up finishing at all.