If there's two things that stick in my mind from childhood Chinese takeaways it's crispy duck and won ton soup. I remember as a young teenager calling won ton soup 'brains in used dishwater' but derogatory moniker aside I loved them. The pork and prawn filling, sometimes given crunch with some water chestnut, and the overcooked pasta dough that didn't need teeth to remove. The broth may have looked like used dishwater but its murkiness was nicely flavoured. The love of won ton soup has stuck with me, kept alive with cheap bowls of it in Wong Kei, and so when the trusty Lonely Planet spoke of Mak's Noodle - churning out cheap bowls of it to tourists and locals alike - I had to go check it out.
We arrived to find a tiny crammed in affair, luckily with space for two more where we were stuck on a little round table with two locals. I knew Lonely Planet rated the place but was pleased to find a quote from Anthony Bourdain (near hero of mine) in the window too. There didn't appear to be a menu but a glance around showed there was only three things being eaten anyway: won ton, ngau lam (stewed beef brisket) and a side of choi sum with oyster sauce. A glance into the window kitchen showed they were well set up for speedy delivery of bowls of noodle soup.
As much as I wanted some brisket I was here for won ton and that's what I was going to have. A two fingered salute and muttered 'won ton' received a solitary 'mee' in reply. I nodded to confirm our desire for noodles, added a 'choi' to get some vegetables too and we were off. Well within a couple of minutes we were anyway as that's all it took to arrive.
The most striking feature of the soup was the broth, the light chicken affair was still discernible but riding on top was a big slap in the face of prawn - gorgeous. The mee were toothsome and the won ton lovely and firm, not the overcooked dough I've grown to love but I guess that's not what you should be aiming for really. The prawns in the filling were big lumps, no paste here. My one complaint was there wasn't enough, maybe only 4 of them and not the biggest bowls either. Quality over quantity is definitely the aim here.
Just as we were getting up to leave a big new Audi pulled up outside and a pair of immaculately and expensively dressed locals hopped out, him in blazer and slacks and her a well tailored skirt suit. They stepped inside and squeezed in on one of the little tables with everyone else.