Oh. Snap. This place is one hell of a spot. At 6pm we decided we wanted shabby chic & class for dinner so we stopped in at this secret little joint. A table for 11 please, I asked. The maitre-de (a spunky young man) raised his eyebrows & replied with 8.30pm. But it's my birthday, I said, & smiled sweetly. 6.30 it is.
What a legend.
So half an hour later, all eleven of us were seated at Mr Wong's prime round table.
The post-colonial oriental decor took my breath away. As did the cocktail I had. Not sure what it was, but it was delish! The dumplings came out and almost brought tears to my eyes. I didn't know dumplings could be so good?! All the dishes were just so crisp & fresh and so damn fine. The 11 of us decided to finish the food festivities with each of the desserts. If I hadn't had mains I would have been happy to just have dessert. The mango pudding was to die for. It had little jubes of syrupy goodness, that burst in your mouth. And the granita was incredible.
This place is a must try before you die. As is that mango pudding ;)