When you’re driving down the Island Highway and you think I have no fluids on board and I’m starving and I’m probably not safe to drive, you figure if the name of the restaurant is the Red Rooster and there is Wor Wonton on the menu it will be crappy.
NOPE. In 20 years I haven’t had better. It was exquisite; the wontons were plump and porky, the missing barbecue pork and shrimp was IN THE BOTTOM and the broth was dressed with sesame oil. It was so good I can’t even wrap me head around it. But I know the perfect place to stop for food on the highway now.
At the parents’, they’re fine, leaving tomorrow on the first ferry.
