Restoblog

I used to be a big fan of the Oja Noodle House (689 Yonge Street). It reminded me of the cheap “snack bars” in Korea, and indeed, it is always full of Korean kids in the evening, in to get a quick bite before studying at one of the many English Institutes in the area.

I used to sniff at the Spring Rolls next door. Who would ever want Pan-Asian Fusion Food when they could get the real deal, for less, dirty tables included?

And I’ve brought many a hungry ex-expat there to dine for $6, I tell you that.

And as I’ve mentioned before, the jja jjang myun is some of the best in the city.
But after Sunday, no more. No more ever again.

I don’t know what they are thinking, but they’ve changed their recipe to an inedible mess. I nearly had tears in my eyes, it was so bloody awful. Don’t they have any Koreans back there in the kitchen? I’ve never had jja jjang myun screwed up so badly.

And I will never again.

Farewell, Oja. You will be missed.