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| - One of my great pet peeves about restaurant talk is the pretentious "it's not authentic" comment. I know a high school spanish teacher who is continually sniping at my enthusiasm for a few local Am-Mex dives because he's travelled to Mexico and knows what is "authentic." As far as I see it, if it is food you can taste and digest, it's "authentic." Plastic Grapes are not authentic, for example. Canned ravioli IS authentic.
Lulu's serves food of Asian origin, evolved to reflect the character of the proprietors and staff. It is from Pittsburgh, not Pyong Pinghu. And it's delicious. I couldn't give a cat's butt about faithfulness to it's heritage, not when I'm having little pleasure tremors as each bite of the szechuan bowl's peanutty cilantro goodness hits my tongue.
I've never had a bad dish here--no one in my family has. The soups are fantastic, especially the Tom Kha Kai. Even the mighty General Tso, Emperor of Inauthenticity, seems better here. My kid loves that stuff and--hells bells I'm not that proud--so do I. I always pinch a couple bites, and have noted that the chicken here is several steps above the skanky cuts most asian places use--no fat clots, no gristle and tendons, and that's saying something.
The frozen fruit drinks are fantastic. Mango are my favorites. The wife and kid #1 had pineapple and watermelon--pineapple tasted good, but the watermelon tasted just like an acutal watermelon, no "wow" explosion of taste.
Service was brisk, but not brusque.
Give it a shot. You won't be sorry.
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