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| - I had been walking all around the city all day with some visiting relatives, and we were starved. Mon Shing had a fairly decent crowd inside, so we figured it must be good.
The entrees all came out at once -- except for mine. Though my family members offered me a few bites from their giant plates, we hadn't planned to share full-scale, so I mostly just sat and waited for my food, feeling too hungry to even engage in conversation.
We tried to get the waiters' attention to ask if my entree was on its way or if it had been forgotten. The first couple of times the guy blew right by us. When he finally did come to our table, he seemed angry, and he blamed the kitchen for not making my dish.
At last my food came out. Actually the waiter FLUNG it on the table with a loud clattering sound, not saying a word. So I started eating my dinner around the time everyone else at my table was finishing theirs.
The dish was tough, grisly MSG chicken -- and I know I shouldn't have expected more from a cheap Chinese place, but after that long wait I had really counted on something good.
Two stars because the unappetizing food doesn't cost much, and there's a lot of it.
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