by asking "how manly can I make eating a pretty flower look?" I ordered the pork and shrimp, eggplant won tons. I was hesitant at first and at worst I was afraid to be second hand insulted, but our server was adamant that this was one of her favourite dishes. Served with a tangy soy dipping sauce, the dumpling was made of confit pork mixed with shrimp, wrapped in thinly sliced eggplant and fried. Upon my first bite, I realized a fear of mine: liking a preposterous won ton made with aubergine... I lost. Biarritz won, or should I say won ton -ed, who would have thought this description would have included cheese as well. HA HA HA. The unctuousness of the fatty pork, paired with the bounciness of the shrimp was with the hint of earthiness of the eggplant, it was delectable with every bite. One friend ordered the country duck pt -- opposed to the city dwelling ducks, this homemade pt was served with pickled carrots and radishes as well as pickled mustard seeds with a swipe of dijon. The pt was rich and full of small pieces of duck that you were able to actually bite into. Herbaceous and highlighted with the taste of duck liver, the pickled vegetables cut through the thickness of the pt. My buddy ate this with a STACK of bread and ended up having a meal of canaps he made in front of himself, gingerly one at at time. One friend ordered