Some measure food by how hard it is to stop thinking about it. And Faley's gan-ben beef, fried nubs of meat encased in a sugary coating (let's not pretend it's anything else that makes it sweet) is embedded in my brain's craving centre. Every time we come here, we say we're going to order vegetables and we never do (though the vegetable pakoras are packed with peas and broccoli). After the saucy and garlicky noodles, chili chicken glazed with sweet soy sauce and laced with fingers of onion, who has room? If anything we always talk about ordering another plate of the beef. Quality is consistent at both locations of the Hakka restaurant.