It was with these plentiful excuses in our heads (and the promise of Peking Duck, and maybe even some crab) that we ventured into Carlingford Court on a quiet Sunday evening. We were greeted, promisingly, by a happy waiter (do I love me a happy waiter or what?) and plates of biscuits all laid out and ready for bill time. We were led, even more promisingly, to a table bigger than was necessary for us, away from the other diners (who were spread out across the restaurant) and (bonus!) one with good lighting. Complementary peanuts were served, and we began to peruse the menus.
the elements – awaiting assembly
I should warn you now, everything has a catch. That lovely sign, promising two courses of Peking Duck for $18.80 is the real deal. But for said real deal to apply, you also have to order three other dishes at full price. Ditto the fish special, and the crab special. Having already eaten half the peanuts at the time this was explained to us, and not wishing to move in any case, we settled instead for the banquet for four at a total cost of $98.80. (I’m pre-empting myself here, but should note that takeaway containers are $0.50 each. Ditto freshly cut chilli).
Many people order the banquet, explained the friendly waiter, because it is good value. Also, all the dishes on it are what would be ordered anyway.
the duck being carved
We started with the Peking Duck. Seeing I had a camera, the friendly waiter offered to carve the duck at the table (so I could get a better shot) rather than on the trolley (where it was usually carved). He was so obliging, even pausing at one stage to check that he wasn’t getting in the way of my pictures. Nice man.
peking duck pancake
The duck itself was lovely and crisp skinned. The pancakes were warm to the touch and not too soft, nor too floury. Yum.
1x duck – post chopping
Once the skin had been removed, the carcass was taken back to the kitchen, chopped up and brought again to the table for us to pick at. I’m used to having the meat separated from the bone and served up with fried noodles or similar so found this an interesting version of the “two dish” theme. It was not, however, a bad version as it meant that lunch the next day was super easy to throw together.
crab with tung-hoon; pre-stirring
Next up, the crab in hot pot with tung-hoon and XO sauce. *pause* My MY this was good! A clay vessel was presented containing nothing, it seemed at first, but noodle. And then we stirred. And then we cheered!
crab with tung-hoon; post-stirring!
I’m not normally a fan of blue swimmer crab (too fiddly, watery meat, brittle shell) but this one was a treat. Plump and meaty, with the flesh pulling away easily from the shell. The tung-hoon (a thick, translucent noodle made from beans) had soaked up all of the flavour from the crab and the XO sauce and was absolutely delicious. I have to say, this was the highlight of my night. Baby excluded of course.
crisp skin chicken with salt
The excess was followed by some stock standards. Crispy skin chicken with spicy salt was tender and succulent (even the breast meat). It’s so nice to see a simple dish well done. It also featured a whole chicken. Now, my family does not finish a whole chicken between us on a good day, so at this point, we decided that the chicken would most likely end up coming home with us.
bok choy
The veges, however, we scoffed down at the table. Sweet and simple, the bok choy was the perfect foil to the other, oilier, dishes. Though the slick you see on the surface of the vegetable kinda hints at it’s potentially-less-than-healthy cooking method.
And we were done. Or so we thought.
As we packed the remains up into takeaway containers (half a duck, most of a chicken), I spotted a table being served bowls of something, scooped from a pot behind the counter. “Please please please red bean soup” I muttered to myself. And it was to be! *hooray!*
free bikkies!
Complementary biscuits (one buttery and coconutty, the other crunchy and covered in sesame seeds) were brought to the table. One each and a couple spare.
oranges on ice
Then the oranges, served on a bed of freshly shaved ice.
hooray! red bean soup!
And finally, hot, citrussy, sweet and satisfying, red bean soup. *Ahhhhhhhhh*
So home we trudged. Takeaways in hand, mental notes made. Next time, for there will be a next time, the Peking Duck will make a comeback. As will the crab. The chicken will become a fish (for two birds in one meal is too much bird) and the red bean soup will be eagerly sought after.
King Crab Village Seafood Restaurant
Shop 19G, 372 Pennant Hills Road
Carlingford
ph 02 9872 9255
Opening Hours: 7 days 11am-3pm & 5pm-11pm
I have been hearing about Haberfield for what seems like the longest of times. “It is” Rocket would exclaim “the Eden of Sydney. The premiere suburb. Why would you want to live anywhere else?” He would continue, accompanied by constant riling from myself and the Bean. “What do you think of Haberfield Rocket?” we would ask “Decent place do you think?” And it would start all over again. So there was not so much as a single question asked when we realised that I wanted cake, and would be in Haberfield. “I’ll show you the best place!” said he. And off we went. 
I know. Chinese New Year ended a fortnight ago. But there was so much eating done, and so little time in which to record it. Like this meal, for example. A last minute affair, courtesy of 1x newborn baby in a hospital in Parramatta (not mine), the family being in a car to visit said baby, and a sign on the side of a building that said “Peking Duck”. Also, we conjectured later, it was the last day of Chinese New Year the next day, and we should probably celebrate somehow. We are very good at making up excuses when it comes to eating. Truly, we are.
It seems like everybody’s been to New Shanghai. And so, after not-so-casually showing the parents various reviews from 
