I am on a lifelong quest for perfect dumplings. On the pilgrim path, I came across Dumpling King in Hawthorn.
Right after a fun run whereby the middle-aged P exerted himself in ways he has not in the past two decades, P, high on adrenaline, full of chest-thumping vim and vigour ordered their Sichuan wontons in hot spicy soup. The verdict? Hot. Spicy. I could not get past nibbling the edges of the wonton wrapper before my lips were on fire. So beyond the obvious adjectives in its name, I cannot describe their taste for you. However if you are a chilli fiend, then I guess this one is right up your alley.
The pan fried Beijing dumplings, on the other hand was able to slide down my gullet with little resistance. These were fragrant with chives/spring onion bits. The base of the dumpling could be a bit crisper... These were passable but the dumplings from Ramen & Dumpling House are far superior.
Likewise their spring onion pancakes were a little lack lustre. These lacked the normal crunchy exterior and was more like a soggy sandwich.
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