Despite being call the Mongolian, the Mongolian is actually a pure born and bred Shanghainese. Hence that night, he had lots to say about our food and we reminisced about the good ole days when my grandpa took me for xiaolongbaos every Sunday on the way to art school, or when he bought a packet of steaming hot fresh shenjian after a long day of school.
We also had a plate of ‘Green Sprout with Mushroom’ for fibre. As a friend of mine use to say, “A man needs his vegetables”. I don’t really like the gravy they pour on top, but the sprouts were refreshing, very tender and once again, a very generous portion.
Service was fast and also surprisingly good for a Chinese restaurant. Our waiter did not necessarily speak English very well, but once we started speaking in Chinese, he was actually very sweet and helpful.
Overall, the Mongolian approves of Lynn and we would come back – especially since they handed out a 20% off voucher for next time .