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Discerning one Chinese
restaurant from another is a tough. Especially, that is, if the place
is nothing special or extraordinary or beyond the chicken with mixed
veggies lunch special. The one thing I remember clearly about Chef
Yu was waiting in the doorway with a large-ish group of other daytime
workers for my take-out order. And waiting. And waiting. Have I mentioned
how much I hate standing in doorways? Nothing annoys me more than
having to move this way and then that way and then saying excuse me
and excuse you as people pirouette in and out of the restaurant and
to the cash register and in to the corner. I ended up standing with
my head in a ficus as some woman with a double stroller decided it
would be smart to try to ram that contraption into the ever-shrinking
standing room. Is there really such a dearth of Chinese food in this
neighborhood that every asshole and her twins and her husband and
her boss have to cram into the vestibule to get that omnipresent lunch
special? The actual eat-in space looked decent, but who really has
the time these days to sit down to chow down? I have nothing against
this place per se, but I want some sort of guarantee that if I ever
go back to get my lunch special that the same mob won't be hanging
out waiting top ruin my day. Or maybe I'll just go to one of the other
fifty Chinese restaurants within a mile radius (or eat my typical
2:30 lunch, at which time no normal person is begging for wontons
and dried bean curd). [MF]
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