The food wasn't bad but I wasn't sure if I'd leave with my kidney intact. The booths are jimmy sewed with duct tape and there was a single sad lonely birthday balloon stuck on the ceiling. The balloon has nothing to do with the food and service but it made me feel really contemplative about childhood in America. Anyway, it's probably the best buffet on the east side but it's also like the only buffet on the east side which is to say you should probably just stay home and order takeout, at least that way you can live in denial about the cleanliness of Chinese restaurants from the comfort of your own home.