My parents have a way of knowing every time a new Chinese restaurant opens in Toronto, and will—it seems to me—have tried them all by the time they open, and will have decided on a detailed review of each of them (“very good” or “too oily” or “too salty” or “better, but a higher price” or “worse and a higher price”), and then will exclusively go to the ones that they deem their favorites, until they are friends with the owners, chefs, and entire waitstaffs. (It seems to be that their favorite restaurants are often the ones where all three roles are held by the same person.)
