Chopstix

I’ve eaten here quite a number of times, drawn for the childrens playground with groups of friends with similar aged kids, looking for somewhere that will let us have a leisurely meal rather than rush off ‘cos the children can’t sit any longer.
I found the offerings to be a good alternative to the various Red Rock Noodle Bar fare, which follows a very, very similar menu layout. I’ve enjoyed their Crispy Beef a couple of times, not sure if it’s a menu choice or a board special though.
Order taking sometimes seems a little random — evidenced by the fact my eagle eyed wife (she’s an accountant and notices these things) has noticed we’ve not been charged for dishes a couple of times — luckily the food has made it to the table or it’d have been an unfortunate omission, rather than a bonus.
Parking is on site (you wouldn’t want to leave your car on Glen Osmond road up here, unless you’re happy without your driver side mirror) and please note there are two sections, which are only accessible from their respective driveways — if the first (small) park is full, head for the second.

I hate this place. No I don’t. Too harsh. I hate the fact I’ve given them my business more than twice. I should have stopped after my second chance visit. I like my taste buds — really do — so have always had the good sense to avoid Asian fusion restaurant chains with connect the dot menus leading to bastardised «authentic» dishes. But this one is just around the corner, so on occasion after beverages I begrudgingly sacrifice taste for convenience.
I realise these eateries are for those stuck in the chicken ‘n’ cashew nuts and steak ‘n’ black bean warp. In this case it’s not Western takes on Asian cuisine that irks me, but offensive overcharging. If you’re going to present suburban food court fare then compensate customers accordingly. What these guys charge makes me want to choke — them. It’s hard coughing up for special fried rice I at first actually thought was just plain steamed. I found one morsel of BBQ pork and a few random ingredients. It couldn’t even be mistaken for a vegetarian option of this dish. Was it the «take away» version for those who won’t see its contents until later? (I’ve never eaten in this «restaurant» as it wields a kiddies’ play ground enclosure that makes you feel like you’re dining in day care).
Food quality aside, portion sizes elevate your experience of being ripped off to sucker-​stamped-​on-​forehead status. I have deemed their takeout menu not worthy of residence in my kitchen drawer’s foodie filing system. It was ripped up in an arghhh, never again” moment. That all said, among my self-​inflicted food frustrations with them, I’ve found the staff polite and obliging, so must not conclude entirely that Chopstix Sux.