Our waitress at White & Wong's announces that they do sharing plates, as though they just invented it. "The menu doesn't do the entree-and-main thing," she adds (it does, actually; it even has a section called "hot starters" and the bit called "a bit more" looks like mains).
But if, unreasonably, you want dinner, rather than a communal pick and graze, you will be out of luck because "dishes come out as they are ready".
This affront to gastronomic good sense is now epidemic in Auckland, and at White and Wong's it is elevated to an art form. A salad of tofu, shiitake and beansprouts arrived almost at once, so unless we had the willpower to leave it untouched, there was no chance of enjoying its astringent crunchiness alongside a creamy fish sambal later.
When that fish did arrive, we watched it cool for five long minutes before an accompanying bowl of rice, which the waitress had suggested, was plonked down next to it. Another bowl of rice arrived five minutes before a red curry. Sigh.