Mar 18, 2015 in charred chicken, chinatown, crispy noodles, montreal, my canh, soup, stir fry, vietnamese. Read the original on: Eating Out Montreal
The place is less than inviting. I'd say UNinviting, yes. And a bit ghetto. You don't go there for the ambiance, that's fosho! Basically, you enter and there are about 40 to 50 seats around picnic style tables, so you share it as we did at Pho Bang NY. Well, except that evening it was -1000 so we were about 6 in the resto so no table sharin'.
We didn't want to have any more pho so we both decided on a stir fry. But that was after looking at the huge menu. I swear, there were at least 100 items on there. How can one choose? We both had the table d'hôte which included a soup and a main.
The soup. Smelled wonderful. Simple. Not great. The noodles were cooked to perfection and the green onions and coriander gave it a nice fresh taste. But dude, I don't want 'fancy' pre PRE cut carrots or freaking brocoli in there. No!
I had them crispy noodles! I hadn't had those in years! Verdict: they were crispy, yes, but the taste wasn't there. They were quite bland. This was quite the let down :/ The veggies were nice and crispy and seasoned just right. The mushrooms though were a bit on the overcooked, mushy side. The chicken had a nice char on it and was quite juicy which was appreciated. There was this massive coriander branch right on top which served absolutely no purpose. No purpose at all I say! I'm just gonna go ahead and say no to branches.
Service was alright or 'aight' as I often say, cause I'm THAT cool. Ya you know it. Ok, getting sidetracked here. We got water as soon as we sat down and some tea. The one thing that was a bit off-putting was that it was jasmine tea; we both found that it was way too floral for a meal. Our waiter was nice but not as present as we would have liked, especially considering the fact that that was practically no one in there.
And now, the scores!
Food: 6
Service: 7
We were disappointed for a second time in a row at [I can, you can] My Canh and I don't see us going back there.
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