"I’ll be lining up at the entrance of Yunshang Bridge Rice Noodle restaurant for their grand opening tomorrow", I thought to myself the day before. Presuming nothing goes wrong before then, that is. But hey, everything else has gone smoothly during my time here, right? (That was sarcasm). Today, and for once, I won’t let that happen. As the day was going accordingly, I could taste the noodles. I guess it would taste delicious if I’m going to be standing in line for a long while, but that’s not the point. Of course, I wasn’t alone on this one. It involved Belinda, Kenny, Dennis, Kate, Lanny and her sister. Lanny and her sister came all the way up with me, but hot damn! We’re almost there! I think I can even see the noodles being prepared in the kitchen from North York Centre Station. It’s way the hell off in the distance and it might just be my hangry imagination. It’s four hundred metres away, so if I’m seeing the restaurant, I’m only just barely seeing it, or not at all.
Once we get to the restaurant, we’ll have to line up and remain there until it opens at six. We did some waiting, and when I mean waiting, I mean a lot of waiting, in the dreary weather no less. That made the waiting a lot more tedious and painful. No problem at all! (Again, that was sarcasm) For two hours, we waited and waited patiently as we protected ourselves from the cold wind and rain. It lasted until six, as it was the time that it finally opened. After that, Dennis, Kate, Lanny, her sister and I made our way in as the first five people in the line.
The restaurant itself was filled with the people, including ourselves, who were lining up, which was a lot of people. The restaurant became more and more crowded with amount of people that were coming in. As it got crowded, it got noisier and noisier. Eventually, the time came. The noodles finally made their way out of the kitchen and onto our tables. We no longer had to wait. The hunger lingered until the noodles reached our table, once it did our hunger seized and we just dug right in. The wait was finally over.
The noodles had all sorts of things that could be added into the boiling soup. Things such as hard-boiled eggs, baby mushrooms, cucumber, beef, oyster, prawns, lobster, scallop, crab, tofu, and ham. The tray itself was a work of art. The noodles did the job. It satisfied our hunger, even though it was a little too spicy even for our mouths. Each of the people at our table ate and finished at different rates. While we were almost finishing up our noodles, we were slowly getting full. On reaching the end, the trays were immediately removed from the table, and the table was immediately vacated for the next bunch of people to have their turn. The dreary terrain outside looked terrible, but it was no worse than typical winter terrain.
We made our way up to Finch Station and took shelter from the rain. We took our time with our walk up. We thought even though we had a rather large dinner and excluded the possibility of getting dessert. But it turned out, the noodles weren’t enough. Belinda and Kenny, while we were making our way up what it seemed like a long walk, suggested that we meet them at Soban Café. With still some room in our stomachs after a long, difficult walk up, there was no reason that we saw why couldn’t stop by and have dessert. The café, which was located on Yonge & Finch, was rather a disappointed. The food was plainly average and the service was absolute shit. The waiter who was taking our orders had gotten our orders wrong, not once, not twice, not thrice, but four fucking times! Belinda, Dennis, Kate, and Lanny were not so lucky with their orders. It thus ruined our evening, ruining whatever happy feeling or appetite we had left. After that, we made our way out and made our way home.
Also, see Chapters
76 and
78.
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