Chinatown

Friday night in Chinatown. Everyone was there. Well, strictly speaking, not everyone was there but the first two recommended choices on the restaurant list had long queues coming out the door, so, you know...busy. So it had to be a place with the very uninspiring name of Ant's Bistro. An enigmatic name for a Chinese restaurant. 

Ant's Bistro is an eccentric and slightly quaint establishment. The menu is huge and a little overwhelming, but there is the 'popular' page, which bodes well. Surely if everyone orders these dishes and they are popular, they must be good. And some of the entries are endorsed by the menu writer...'a favourite with many'...'do not miss this'. Regrettably, I did not order the Turnip Puff Pastry, because if I had I could answer your questions about what 'straightly vegetarian' actually looks like and I did miss the wonder of the dragon buns in favour of a variety of dim sims. Then it was Imperial Chicken, which won out over Minister Chicken, despite the endorsement : "Chicken spare ribs fired with house spicy sauce, very exciting". Very exciting, perhaps, but what are chicken spare ribs? The waitress recommended Imperial Chicken because it was just as exciting, but used chicken meat rather than the spare ribs. I think it is always good to leave something to the imagination...