The joy of traveling around the NHL is experiencing each city’s culinary terroir. I know when I’m in Montreal, for example, when I’m eating the world’s best croque monsieur at L’Express. The ramen shops in Los Angeles are as good as those in downtown Tokyo. There is no better city in which to eat a hot dog than Chicago.
Winnipeg has its dining sweet spot too, and I don’t mean wind-whipped snowballs. Winnipeg does dim sum as well as any city in the league.
The trick, however, is the journey. Kum Koon Garden, my favorite dim sum spot in the city, is a 15-minute walk from MTS Centre. In most cities, that’s just enough of a hike to prep the stomach for action. In mid-February Winnipeg, it can be painful.
You know it’s cold when the cuckoo locals finally reach for their hats. In that way, Winnipeg exudes a fourth-line spirit. The people here are tough. It takes below-zero temperatures for them to complain about the cold. It was close to that on Thursday.
The walk to Kum Koon Garden was nice. It was just me and the tauntauns walking down King Street. I was worried about the lunch rush on the week of Chinese New Year. But by 2:30 p.m., the place was dead. I had the dim sum cart to myself. I nearly emptied it.
There are few things I like better than dim sum. A good Chinese restaurant could tuck a fistful of dirt into a steamed dumpling and I’d happily eat it. Kum Koon Garden did not disappoint, with its shrimp and pork and chicken goodness.
Near the end of the meal, my server asked if I wanted pierogies. I have never heard of Peking ravioli referred to as Polish treats. They were excellent. They were so heavy and jammed full of pork that I fumbled one right out of my chopsticks and onto a dish of soy sauce. This is must be why Kum Koon Garden uses plastic sheets instead of tablecloths.
I stuffed myself for $27 Canadian. Given the exchange rage, this is like 13 cents in real cash. Monopoly money is worth more than the loonie.
The right price and a full stomach made the waddle back to the rink a whole lot warmer. I ditched my hat, gloves, and scarf. I probably looked like a native Winnipegger.