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This is the Chinese
restaurant that ushered in my first foray into healthy living Chinese
cuisine. Was my meal still like a million calories and eight thousand
grams of fat? Sure it was. But I had a hallelujah moment after ordering
their chicken and broccoli lunch special one day. I said to myself,
"Self, you total asshole, why are you killing yourself with all of
this oil and nonsense and eating processed, bleached carbs?"
And then I smacked myself like Ed Norton in Fight
Club (much to the dismay of my friendly server--who promptly comped
the meal for the crazy Caucasoid) and had a serious V8 moment: why
not try brown rice with my chicken? It's so crazy, I thought, that
it might just work. And boy did it! That nice nutty flavor added a
great base to the brown sauce, which turned out to be pretty un-greasy,
all things considered. I'm still not sure what real advantage brown
rice gives me health-wise, but I figure anything my mom "reads" in
the L.A. Times and Beverly Hills Diet manual must be spot
on. Let me tell you, folks: once you go brown, you, uh, never go white
again? I was so tied up in my new adventure that I didn't notice that
they actually charge a dollar extra for the brown stuff. I almost
faltered in my cheapness when discovering this on my second post-processed
rice jaunt, but stuck to my guns. I get my food to go, but I still
haven't really figured out the oddly skinny, sad sitting space in
this place. They don't seem to do a lot of business, and, despite
this, are sometimes a little slow getting the food out of the kitchen.
But at least they're located near some folks who don't know how to
lock down their wireless routers so I can surf on my fancy phone while
I wait. [MF]
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