So, attempted to go get some Chinese food last night. Of course, Coley lived in Hong Kong for several years, and so any restaurant that attempts to put "authentic" in their description is destined for failure anyway...
But...
This place is exceptionally odd. It is run by some folks who are obviously generationally not far removed from China. Coley exchanged a few remarks in Cantonese with our server...
Anyway, they give you two menus when you come in. One has things like fettucini, steak, burgers, seafood, and chicken. The other has stuff like pork chow mein and plate A with sweet and sour chicken and flie lice.
We were craving Chinese, so we went with plate A. They offered a choice of opening soup or salad (huh????), and the soups to choose from were clam chowder, egg drop, or vegetable beef (which they ran out of and replaced with corned beef and cabbage soup). In order to get rice, you have to order it separately.
The whole thing was pretty horrible. I would say I need counseling to recover from the experience, but I moreso think that the restaurant owners should consider an identity crisis support group.
My fortune cookie said, "you will soon have an order of french fries with your lasagna. Drink up, homey."
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