Today's Mirror has a review -- wait, make that a rave -- of Tapioca Thé, a place that had slipped under my radar until now. And more's the pity, from the sounds of it: "But don’t let the twee décor fool you: Tapioca Thé may look like a kitten—in fact, it may look kind of Hello Kitty—but a tiger lurks within. You see, like pretty much every other bubble tea establishment in town, Tapioca Thé offered snacks and light meals to go along with their impressive selection of hot and cold teas, but unlike any other bubble tea establishment in town that I know of, the owner of Tapioca Thé decided to raise the stakes, bringing in a certified Szechwanese chef to man the kitchen. Not only have they successfully raised the stakes, they’re raising the roof with their fiery Szechwan cuisine."
Lots of mouth-watering -- and thoroughly unMontrealish -- descriptors: "explosive broth ... swimming with hot chilies and laced with chili oil", "mind-altering qualities of Szechwan peppercorns", "chilies setting your mouth ablaze", "our mouths literally tingling from the sensory overload", "highly flavourful soft tofu with ground pork and copious amounts of ground chilies", "no holds barred". Sounds like a new Niu Kee. On steroids.
Last one there is a thousand year egg!
1672 de Maisonneuve W.