Tuesday was our last night in Ontario. Another cousin and his very witty girlfriend took us out for dinner. When someone else is treating, you go where you are taken. So in spite of buffets having a bad reputation of quantity over quality, we went to a Chinese buffet.
Wow. I could definitely see why they were so excited to go there. This was not like any buffet I have been to. The room was tasteful and chic. They had those cool old Mai Tai/Singapore Sling placemats so I knew it was going to be good.
They had a huge assortment. Of everything. I chose to avoid the seafood and sushi, since no one can do everything well. These popular sections are never a good idea. The ribs and chicken were fantastic. They had an excellent assortment of noodle dishes as well.
The dim sum was impressive. These were beautiful, even if the red bean paste filling was a little dry. The desserts also tend to be an area of disappointment in buffets. Their table was hit and miss. Some of the selections were fantastic, some were ho-hum and some were so bizarre they had me enthralled.
Isn’t Jell-o one of the most psychedelic things ever?
So that night I fell asleep for the last time listening to my mom and aunt reminiscing about their childhoods. Every single story seemed to start with, “Remember the time the cow got out? And Mother was so mad?””