I have fond memories in high school of hi-jacking my circle of friends and crossing the border to Canada where the drinking age is 19. We didn’t go to drink though, we went to eat dim sum at Wah Court.
I dragged a paranoid Ji-Hye across the border with every personal identification document in hand, into a foreign country where our iphone service- namely our GPS/Restaurant searching capabilities were halted at the Ambassador Bridge. Yeah, we kind of forgot about that, and didn’t bring good old-fashioned paper maps or pre-map-quested out directions. We pretty much winged it after the bridge.
This post will be short. We came, we saw, we ate too much, and we found our way back to Detroit. My fond memories of Wah Court were squashed when we approached the front door, which was deceptively open. We walked in and was greeted/bounced out of the front door by the owner, who was closing the restaurant down for good to retire. She directed us to the sister-restaurant, May Wah Inn a few blocks away.
The place was packed, and we waited about 15 min to get seated in the neverending path of dim sum carts. As soon as we were seated, the carts came, and we picked a variety. After the 3rd cart came of repetitive dishes, we wondered where our ordering card was. By the time we found a waitress to ask if we could order things not on the carts, we were full. We never got a card, and not sure if that was a mistake, or they thought we would just verbally order the rest of the items, but we left a little disappointed and full on dishes we didn’t actually come to eat, but because they were right in front of us and we were hungry. All in all, a couple things were noticeably better than anything we could find in Michigan, but the rest was the same frozen re-heated short cuts, or worse. Definitely not worth the 1+ hour road trip, traffic on the bridge, and unsettled paranoia from my not-quite-a-citizen-yet partner.
the pan-fried turnip cakes were delicious. The texture wasn’t too mushy like it tends to be, and there were actual chunks of turnips which I haven’t found much in the states. yummy. Wish they would’ve brought hoisin to go along with it.
a deep fried tofu dish with mushrooms and a gravy-like sauce. I honestly don’t remember the name or what exactly was in it besides tofu and mushrooms, and for this I suck. I do remember though that it is unappetizing when cold because of the gravy-like sauce. The dish in the back is a shrimp filled rice wrap in soy sauce. It was also not memorable and I get it every time I order dim sum.
Deep fried sesame balls filled with sweet lotus paste. Awesome. I think they use liquid crack in their fryer instead of oil. That is the only explanation I have come up with for these being vastly better than in the states.
steamed bbq pork buns. these look so good, but were so disappointing after we took a bite and the meat tasted like old feet. The bbq sauce was really thick and pasty, maybe as a result from being oversteamed? The dough was really soft and fluffy, but almost artificially too soft and fluffy.
After May Way Inn, we headed over to Jade Chinese Cuisine for another round of tasting dim sum. My belly was already busting at the seams so we ordered two dishes this time. A congee, rice porridge dish with pickled veggies and beef, and a seafood wonton soup. The congee was way overcooked to the point where I couldn’t recognize grains of rice. The seafood wonton soup had one giant wonton with assorted seafood inside covered in broth. It was extremely fishy and the wonton had a bright yellow “wonton” wrapper that almost looked like fried polenta. It was the first time in a long time I actually left full dishes of food after paying for the bill, but I feel like we didn’t get off to the right start, and I’m willing to go back and order off the dim sum menu. For now, we’re just friends.
On our way out of town, we stopped by a couple bakeries that must not bake on Sundays because all of them had almost completely empty cases in the middle of the afternoon. Poo, I wanted to take home some Asian baked goods. We also found a Chinese BBQ store that roasts ducks and chickens whole and BBQ’s them- then hangs them in the window like in a real Chinatown BBQ store. We ordered half of a roasted duck to smuggle, and scraped up enough Canadian coins to make the purchase. Here is a horribly taken photo of the store front, and hanging roasted poultry just to give you an idea if you haven’t seen it before. Sorry for the reflection: