text: Mon Shing where bad service is the thingnnSo we had finished up a morning of exploring the Jardin Botanique and were thinking Chinese food so a trip to Chinatown was in ordernnAnd Mon Shing seemed promising enough at first with a feast for two people that would satisfy our cravingsnnThe place seemed authentic and there were plenty of locals happily lunching It is a testament to the diversity of Montreal that in a Chinese restaurant you can hear so many different languages spoken nnI should have known to retreat and flee the scene when the waiter yelled to me after asked if they have bottled water Across the street and motioning to some other establishmentnnThere was enough oil and grease on the initial spring roll to have been left over from the BP spillnnThe shrimp ball soup was actually tasty and was the highlight of the meal not including our exit of coursennThe fried shrimp was way too salty and left a bad aftertaste in my mouthnnThe rice that accompanied our main course of chicken consisted of shrimp pork and peas The peas were barely defrosted as in I could still taste the freezernnOur chicken was tough stringy and obviously a cheap cut nnPoor service combined with subpar food makes for a star review Fortunately the aftertaste of this place was washed away by the gourmet food festival going on at Poineta Calliere museum