Uncle Ming's Bar — Restaurant in Sydney

Good afternoon. Last night, I arranged to meet a first date at your establishment. The venue looked & sounded characterful, with its persuasively faux imperial Chinese theme. On arrival, I was escorted to a very congenial corner table, but a chewing young man, who does your bar credit. Though ordering protocols weren't immediately clear, or clearly explained, I soon became aware of, & aggravated by them. A QR code, in low light, could not be made to work on my date's brand new iPhone; happily, after a number of tries, it worked on mine. That, in such a lowly-lit venue, this is the only way to order, is far from customer-centric. I would much prefer a hard-copy menu. Not everything I life has to be digital, just because it can be. In fact, one goes out to escape the digital world, at least to some extent. And this is--otherwise--a very analogue place. However, being a woukld-be digital native, I rarely carry a credit card; instead using the wallet on my device. I was informed I couldn't run a tab without a real-world card, however. How ironic, & mindlessly inconsistent. Both inconvenience the customer. One, by deploying digital, The otjher, by being quaintly analogue. This meant throughout the evening, I had to discretely pay for every drink, & snack, that was brought; a very invasive state of affairs, for a first date; intensely aggravating. The noise was such neither of us could hear each other, so we had to move to another, much less comfortable table. The pale ale was good. Cocktails & dumplings, passable. Service, well-meaning, but amateurish. Everything overpriced. In this context, having a disposable, mini-me wooden fork, the likes of which one might expect from Maccas, or His, delivered, in view of the fact my partner for the evening was inexperienced with chopsticks, was a gross insult, & the straw that broke the back of our annoyance. Then to be told Uncle doesn't have any real forks. And you don't have a phone number, by which to book. It's all about you. Your place. That's the problem. Not happy. Well over a hundred dollars for a couple of drinks & a couple of dumplings, with this level of quality, & service delivery, no matter how faux funky the fitout, is taking commercial cynicism...

For any sydney local, the usual food and cocktail jaunts move in waves of fun, excitement and flavour..but unavoidably they undergo renovation and reinvention and eventually blend into a faded greyscale photocopy of that-time-we-went-there-with-that-person-and-it-was-awesome! Enter Sydney's small bar scene...Though stories begin with whispers and shadows fleeting down garbage bin ridden alleys, and culminates with one night to many at criterion,or one Wbanker to many at Ivy.. Uncle Ming's Bar is one of those bars that a friend mentioned that time and you've never got around to... So now is the time for you make the call. Uncle Ming's place for dinner. Sneak past the terrace style cast-iron fence and down the the dungeon. You'll be greeted with trendy little asian style setting, complete with dark hardwood furniture, drapes and an impressive range of asian and other imported beers. Grab a beer or cocktail while you wait for a table or lounge to open up, but your patience will be rewarded with the little-rays-of-sunshine that are the Chinese dumplings! A delicate bossom of pastry enveloping sneaky package of pork, prawn or chicken bathed in a life changing broth. Repeat: Little ray of sunshine. Expect to pay around $8 for a basket of 4 dumplings, you can always order more if you're still hungry! Quick and easy! This works so well because firstly, dumplings are delicious, secondly they aren't overly filling and finally, this means you can enjoy a few drinks without getting overly full and go into a food coma on a...

Uncle Ming bar vibe and decor good, unfortunately Uncle Ming staff no good, misunderstood us from the beginning and then turned rude on us. Jones Leung sad and didn't have good time. Jones Leung want leave good review but see uncle Ming also trolling it's 1 star review. So Jones troll uncle Ming back.

Look guys, there was a misunderstanding clearly from the beginning of the night, we were looking to communicate a bit more and ask for just a little more clarification on our drink limits, the waitress was just a bit sensitive and took things personal, I get that. That's okay, but we didn't expect you guys would go out of the way to try to ruin our night with drinks limits, cutting off our table when we were all quite clearly sober, you didn't even talk to us to check if we were sober. And also checking if our debit card is valid and we are the right holders, really? In 2021? Would to know if that's a standard practice anywhere in Sydney? That's just plain messing around with us, be more professional guys please, there are so many bars in Sydney.

I would actually recommend this bar because it seems like we were just unlucky with our experience, but definitely 1 star for our experience given this petty incident. We get that you guys are also reasonable and have your ways of doing things, but I thought that the misunderstanding could have been dealt with properly.

Best Regards, Also reasonable people trying to...