Snack Time at Yung Sing

photoFoodie: Good outfit!

Beast: What, this ole’ thang?

Foodie: I read that the Sartorialist is in town so if we wear good outfits maybe we’ll get our picture taken.

Beast: Who?

Foodie: He’s that guy that takes photos of ordinary, yet extremely stylish, people. When I email you photos of men and I write, “this is how you should dress,” the Sartorialist takes those photos and posts them on his blog. Time magazine named him as one of the top 100 design influencers you know.

Beast: Are you ready yet? The AGO closes at 5:30pm.

Foodie: Well now I have to change my outfit and coordinate it with yours.


Beast: You’re joking, right?

Foodie: It’ll be cute if I wear a sweatshirt and jeans too, don’t you think?

Beast: Cute? Please hurry.

The Beast and I, dressed in our complementing outfits, headed to the AGO on Saturday afternoon to look at some Surrealist and Dadaist art. Whenever we’re in that neck of the woods, we try and visit Yung Sing Pastry Shop on Baldwin. My friend Tom first introduced me to this tiny place years ago.

photoPickings were slim by the time we got there: no more pork buns or sesame balls. But we did snag the last curried beef bun along with two of Yung Sing’s top-selling shrimp rolls, and some vegetable rolls too. Then we sat out front at the picnic table to enjoy our snack.


Foodie: What’s your favourite?

Beast: I think the shrimp roll.

Foodie: Me too! We are sooo similar! We even dress the same!

Beast: What was your favourite thing that you saw at the AGO?

Foodie: I thought the Surrealist costumes for that ballet were pretty funny. If they had that tight striped costume for sale in the gift shop, I would have bought it for you.

Beast: Thanks. You know what I think? I think Surrealist art is pretty much tantamount to basic bad taste.

Foodie: Not like our outfits. These are in good taste.

Beast: Speak for yourself.

While our costumes may have been mediocre, our snacks at Yung Sing were anything but. In fact, they completely satisfied our Saturday afternoon desire for a little culture and for a lot of deep-fried delights.

Foodie: **1/2. Actually, make that *** (the service is extremely friendly.)

Beast: ***

Categories: Restaurants, Toronto, Yung Sing

4 replies »

  1. I don’t know which is more superfly- your matching outfits or the look of those deep-fried delights. Foodie and the beast… I’m your biggest fan. Although getting a comment from our foreign reporter Jenny V from Uganda pretty much beats anything I could say, and attests to the true entertainment of your ventures. Holla!! And congrats beast on the extraordinary music.

  2. Jessie B, what praise! I’m blushing. And yes, the comment from the Ugandian bureau was refreshing. I think she could comment way more though. I mean, how busy could she really be? That goes for you too Ms. Tartina. Don’t forget the samples.

  3. Jess, I have been trying my darndest not to comment on this blog of yours as I am still rather shy about the internet, but I can’t wait to see you next friday. Yung Sing is my little happy place that although I know everyone knows about it and it’s not the inside of an old chinamen’s wizard robe, I laugh to myself every time I exit because it’s mine & no one else’s. Before I moved here I ate chicken balls at the mall in my hometown to feel the raw indigenous power of the panda. Since I’m here I would like to state publicly that the bread choice for the grilled cheese and soup blog was not properly paired. p.p.s I have something for you.

    • Christopher, I know exactly what you mean about a place “belonging” to you. Yung Sing is a perfect example. Moreover, I agree with you about the bread choice for the grill cheese post. And finally, please keep commenting. It makes my day.

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