A decent crispy shredded duck is a great thing indeed. Pulled apart with forks, covered in gloopy hoi sin sauce, stuffed in a pancake, and then stuffed into a face. It’s reliable. The Peking Duck at Peace Garden, which in olden times was the Czech Bar on Booth Street West, is a different ball game. In fact, it’s barely even the same sport.
This bronzed, shining beast arrives on a trolley in proud ceremony, and is delicately carved by a skilled gentleman with a giant razor sharp cleaver in front of you, the delicate pieces of duck carefully and methodically placed on a wooden board. We watched deeply impressed while drinking beers from buddha-shaped bottles.
The pieces of duck are then transferred to a warming dish (in the shape of a duck) and placed proudly on the table, with a heap of soft pancakes, a sweet sauce and the customary spring onions and cucumber.
