We’re finally back to the comfy confines of home. As much as I love going away, there’s nothing like sleeping in your own bed, drinking your own tea, and forgetting your own keys and having to ask the concierge to buzz you up to your own apartment.
Our last full day in Montreal was a double dumpling day!
The first place had only been in business two days and, clearly, still has some kinks to iron out on its menu and service. We did the hunan (peanut butter) dumplings, har gow (shrimp dumplings), siu mai (pork dumplings), sweet pork dumplings, “vegetarian” dumplings, and beef curry dumplings.
A mixed batch. The sauce on the peanut butter dumplings was too weak, the shrimp dumplings cold and fishy. There was no discernible pork flavor in the sweet pork dumplings that were veggie heavy. Ironically, the “veggie” dumplings, though good, were not, exactly vegetarian. And by not exactly, I mean not at all. As our waitress served us our order, she informed us: “By the way, the vegetarian dumplings have shrimp in them.” Oh. Okay. The beef curry dumplings were pretty good however – though not good enough to convince me to come back. The service was clunky but touchingly earnest. You could tell she was really trying, even going so far as to ask all of our names and asking if we’d be back soon.
I’m not one to put much stock in fortune tellers and the like but the fortune cookie I received at the end of the meal really gave me pause. So uncannily accurate was it that I experienced a frisson of terror. HOW could this cookie know me so well?