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| - I was after 10pm, and I was in need of pre-late night dinner snack. I headed out of the Metro, and quickly checked the bus schedule. Having about 12 minutes to spare I ran over to Dragon de Chine's take-out counter.
After a quick peruse of the menu I simply ordered two egg rolls. A customer to my right was eating his soup while chatting at the counter. Then while waiting for my order another gentleman came in and ordered two egg rolls to go. I had a feeling I might be onto something good. Enough time had elapsed between ordering and its arrival that I had a feeling they would be both warm and fresh.
Handed to me in a tall, folded and stapled brown paper bag, I noted one piece of fried rice sticking to the hand written bill as I high tailed it across the street. Seemingly with enough time to spare, I tore open the bag, rested the plum sauce as best I could on the green painted wooden bench. Trying to keep the brown paper roll hand wipe (I'd been given in place of napkins) from flying away on the wind - I dipped in generously and took a healthy bite. The shell was crispy, and the filling was warm (not burning hot). It was comprised of chopped cabbage and a sort of minced meat base. Right then my brain and stomach did the, "am-I-gonna-get-sick-from-this mind trick," as I moved on to a second bite. All clear. By this time the sticky sweet sauce was starting to do its thing as well (meaning get all over the place).
Soon after polishing off the first roll, the bus decided to arrive a little early. I hastily capped the open sauce, rolled up the ripped bag into a pouch and stepped on. Taking a seat near the rear with a free seat beside in which to set up the second half of snack-time.
As the bus pulled away I creatively balanced the sauce container in one hand and chewed of the end of the second egg roll. Having a few stops to go, it only took me three bites to finish and pack the remnant sauces into a ready to dispose trash packet.
My stop came, I thanked the driver, tossed my trash into the bin and walked home. Its large corner yellow neon sign displays a phone number (without area code) in the upper right corner.
This fact helping prove that people know to find a good old school egg roll, just like inherently knowing the area code must be 514.
Note: Since I only tried the egg rolls, I am just rating them, not the overall menu/ambiance.
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