Asia. A continent across from New Zealand, divided by the sea. In an Era where one cannot simply walk around anymore without the fear in their heart that one day society will collapse unto itself, one cannot help but feel nostalgic for the days and meals gone by. Frankly, it’s been difficult finding a good bowl of beef noodles in Wellington. You may say I’m picky, but I have experienced the true dish in Asia, and having had a taste of such luxury, it would be impossible for me not to mentally compare what I eat here to what I eat back home. So colour me surprised when I discovered this little restaurant in the back alleyways. At first I was skeptical, as I am with most new restaurants I go to. Heading in, I did feel slightly nostalgic; the bubble tea posters pasted on the walls and door, the paper signs written in Chinese, the strange yet charming sailing ornaments that look so out of place, yet feel so at home. I sit at counter, and have a read of the menu. A few dishes catch my eye, but then I see it: “Beef noodles”. What should I do? Ignore it and order something I’m guaranteed to like, thus losing my chance to ever experience this variant of the dish? Or take a chance, and risk falling into sadness and disappointment? Having found a new sense of daring in the past year of solitary self fulfilment, I decided that an opportunity missed was an opportunity lost, and went for the meat laden noodle soup. The first bite of the soupy noodles stings my tongue, partly due to my impatience, coupled with my unyielding curiosity. I take a moment to regain my composure, before going in for another bite. This time I prepare myself, fanning the heat and waiting for it to cool, before devouring the string shaped carbohydrates. Flavourful. I tremble. I’m almost shocked. I go for another bite. No. It’s more of a slurp. I go deeper. The noodles are coated in the beefy broth, and each mouthful leaves me wanting more. Before I know it, there is nothing left but soup and minced garlic in the bowl. As a member of the clean plate club, I drink the remains to sate whatever hunger I had left in me, and bask in a sense of warm nostalgia. —————————————————————————————- Ah. How tragic. It appears my flatmates find this review far too long winded. Thus, I can only conclude that the beef noodles are good, so take a chance and have something new. After all, what is life without living?

Bambino Perso

Its a place you blink and you would miss but what a great wee place. Dumplings 10 for $9 , massive bowl of soup tofu and shrimp $9 and spicy chicken gizzard s.. well worth visiting, I see they do a hotpot, next on my list

Maisie Mao

Best dumplings I’ve ever had in Wellington! The drinks are super big and the prices are reasonable :D

WENJING WANG

I go here all the time, mostly for the great food, chilled out service, and is one of the best places to get bubble tea!

Nick Scott

We stumbled upon this little gem of a Chinese restaurant nestled among other little eateries when strolling through Tory Street. With an unassuming frontage it is quite easy to miss if you're in a hurry. For its size it has surprisingly good facilities (toilets), which surpass even those in some larger, more visible and popular Asian joints!! Their menu description isn't always fully informative but the hot-pot that materialised from our order was really good and makes a great change from the usual greasy, fried options, and surprisingly was great value too! We intend to visit again to explore their menu further to see what other delights are in store for would-be regulars.

Meili-PP Hua