I adore Peking Duck. I first ate it when I was 19. I introduced my daughters to it when they were five and three respectively. Now they love it too. But there is a problem.
Last night I could not cook because of my back. So I offered to pay for Peking Duck. Because we were not completely happy with our normal place, my wife offered to drive in to a place near China Town. This is not as bad as it might seem, because we live close to the city.
The place she went to has a good reputation, but the meal had the same problems as our normal place. So I wish to complain.
Problem one. Peking Duck is all about the skin. When I first had it all those years ago, you used to get the skin with a thin slice of meat attached. Now you get a slab of flesh with, sometimes, some skin attached.
Problem two. There are too few pancakes or wrapping, so you run out of this before you run out of the skin/meat.
Problem three. They never provide enough spring onions etc, so you run out here before you run out of skin/meat.
Problem four. They never provide enough sauce, so again you run out.
Who says Australian food has improved?
2 comments:
Jim, the restaurant you've just described could be the one I went to on Friday, except mine was in Melbourne. Do it well or don't do it at all - food is important!
You capture my meaning very precisely, BC!
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