Yes, you do.
I was born and raised in Vancouver, Canada, and to this day, one of the favourites is wonton noodle soup. As some have written, wonton (Cantonese style) is comfort food.
When a wae lad was I, we’d all pile into Hon’s Won-Tun House, a little place on Main Street in Vancouver’s Chinatown. Back then, I could only finish one bowl of wonton noodle soup, but now, I’m always tempted to get a second bowl.
It’s a simple meal, composed of steamed egg noodles, morsels of perfectly seasoned pork and shrimp wrapped in a delicate rice-flour wrapper, chopped bits of green onion, all swimming effortlessly in a light flavourful broth. To me, consuming “wonton” has always been like the direct meaning : “swallowing (little) clouds”.
Problem is there’s so much more on the menu than just wonton noodle soup.
Hon’s has expanded, and as of writing, they now have four locations throughout the greater Vancouver area.
In recent trips to Vancouver, I’ve been going to their downtown location on Robson St. As strong the pull of the wonton is, I’m always craving for some dim sum.
On this May (2010) visit, I walked in the door at about 1pm, when most of the lunch-rush had dissipated. Many tables were occupied, but there were plenty of available tables, too. Within five minutes of being seated, I ordered wonton noodle soup and two well-known dim sum choices.
These three are childhood favourites, and it’s easy to go back to these whenever possible.
If you order in English, you’ll get standard service. But if you order in Cantonese, you get better service. It’s not entirely fair, but that’s what it is. On the other hand, if you flub an order or your Cantonese comes out crappy, you may get service that borders on “inattentive”.
If they assumed I was Chinese (and they would be correct), the look I get would be loosely translated as: “I should know better.”
I suppose if I turned around and cursed in German, it might still be unimpressive. Verdammt nochmal!
But ultimately, the formula is very simple.
If it’s a cold wet day outside, get yourself into a steamy noodle joint, and order (wonton) noodle soup.
The solution is equally direct.
Slurp, chew, munch, aaaaah : relish and repeat.
Except for the photo of the window sign, I made the remaining photos on 4 May 2010. This post is published on Fotoeins Fotopress on fotoeins.com as http://wp.me/p1BIdT-13H.
No Connection, Unpaid, My Own Opinions. I have not received any compensation for writing this content and I have no material connection to Hon’s or to the city of Vancouver.