We decided to end our stay in Toronto with a traditional Canadian meal. So we took the subway down to Chinatown.
There were a thousand Chinese restaurants within a few blocks and we didn’t know one from another, so we came up with a brilliant plan — we stopped at the only non-Chinese restaurant in the neighborhood and asked the host to recommend his favorite Chinese dining spot. He pointed across the street to Best of China.I was a bit leery because there’s a donut shop in the town in which we live that is called Best Donuts. One would think that after a lifetime in advertising I would have become innured to the power of suggestion, but, no, I’m just as big a sucker as anyone else. I drove by Best Donuts every day on my way to the gym and thought, “Damn, those donuts must be good if they’re willing to name the place Best Donuts.” Finally, Jamie was out of town one day and I found myself unable to resist the sweet, sweet siren call of Best Donuts. I stopped in and ordered one glazed twist and one white cake with chocolate icing.
I was drooling before I got them back out to my car. Oh, how I looked forward to biting into the smooth, velvety goodness of the best donuts EVER. I had beaten myself up pyschologically for so long by denying myself the pleasure of these gastronomic delights.
But, alas, I was disappointed. Sorely disappointed. Those donuts were not the best I’d ever tasted. Don’t get me wrong because I’m not saying they were bad. Hardly. They were average, maybe even better than average. BUT THEY WERE NOT THE BEST DONUTS.In advertising, we’re taught not to overpromise. We learn that the fastest way to kill a bad product is to do good advertising for it. Good advertising will drive customers to try the product and when they are disappointed by it, they will not buy it again. Neither will their friends. Before long, no one will buy it and the product’s failure can be laid directly at the feet of good advertising that overpromised and a bad product that underdelivered.
But back to Toronto’s Chinatown where Jamie and I are standing on the street looking at the menu posted in the front window of the Best of China restaurant and all I can think of is Best Donuts and wonder if I will really experience the best Chinese food if I step inside or if I will again be disappointed.
Jamie finally said, “What the hell. Why not?” With that decisive statement, we walked in and a middle-aged Chinese woman waved her hand dismissively, indicating that we could sit anywhere we wanted in the nearly empty restaurant. We chose a table near the front window and I moved one chair so that we could sit side-by-side and watch the passing parade out the front window.
The same Chinese woman eventually brought us menus. She did not seem happy that I had moved the chair.
Jamie and I continued to pore over the menus and we had a couple questions before ordering.
Jim: What’s in the General Tao Chicken?
Waitress: (Loud and angry) Chicken!
Jim: I assume there’s chicken in the General Tao chicken. But what else is in it?
Waitress: (Louder and angrier) Look at picture!
Jim: (Looks at photo on menu, which reveals nothing except that the General Tao Chicken is red) Very pretty. But what’s in it?
Waitress: (Even louder and even angrier) It got sauce! Very spicy sauce!
Jim: In that case, we’ll take the sweet and sour chicken.
Waitress: (walks off muttering in Chinese) Stupid Americans don’t know General Tao Chicken contain chicken!
We don’t speak Chinese, so we can’t swear that those were her exact words, but we suspect they’re pretty close.
When the waitress came back with our Crunchy Shrimp Spring Roll appetizer, she tossed it angrily onto the table, spit out the words, “Yummy, yummy!” and walked away.A few minutes later when she returned with our Sweet and Sour Chicken and Supreme Fried Rice, I made a point of asking her name and making introductions and then asking if I could take a photo of her with the food.
Mae did a 180 fast enough to give herself whiplash, and became the sweetest little woman ever. A huge smile spread across her face and she sat down and posed with Jamie and our lunch. Then she insisted that I sit down with Jamie while she took photos of us.
The sweet and sour chicken was excellent. And it turns out that the sour waitress was pretty sweet, too.
The only problem was that Jamie and I must have taken each other’s fortune cookies by mistake.
Her fortune said, “Others appreciate your good sense of humor.” Mine said, “You tend to be contemplative and analytical by nature.”
In the end, I cannot honestly say that Best of China offered the best Chinese food I’ve ever tasted. But for reasons I can neither understand nor explain, I loved Best of China as much as I was disappointed in Best Donuts.
Doug Roper says
The Chinese dinner what a story. I am still laughing. Isn’t traveling Great enjoy enjoy.
tena worthy says
Killing her with kindness! Way to go!
So I just have to say that I am never ‘ a leave a reply’ type person but this story killed me with laughter and I guess it was fitting that I leave a message on this post as the way I know yall is from a restaurant and the fact that I am Chinese just hits the story right at home. I’m totally catching up on my reads as I am far behind but I’m about to go on a little adventure myself where these will be good entertainment for my plane ride. So I thought about starting from the beginning but that was too much work so I’ll just read backwards for a little bit. I have spread the word about your blog to my close friends who love travel. However Jim, You guys look like you are having a ton of fun. I am now a devout reader. Miss you guys at spoons!!!
Jim & Jamie says
You can go all the way back to the beginning of our first trip around the world by searching for the word “critters”. That will take you back to the very first blog item ever posted. The search function is at the top of the home page.
Take a selfie of the folks at Spoons and I’ll post it and say hi on the blog.
Glad to see that you’re following us.
scott m says
I can’t believe you fell for the “Best” thing after all your years plugging crap. The only reason they went with “Best Donuts” is because “Adequate Donuts” is longer. More letters. Would have cost more money. Have fun over there. And thanks for the tip on the penis museum. (See what I did there?)
Jim & Jamie says
Funny thing is that I missed “what you did there”, but Jamie explained it to me.