Cantonese chow mein and house fried rice before taking the midnight train back home. I'm here, seated at the entrance waiting for my take out order. 25$ tax in - perfect midnight snack. I wish more Asian restaurants were open after hours. Beats eating pizza. Place is lit with all sorts of people. The OGs, the Filipino that just came back from the casino (I hear you), the artists and the young. I wish I could dine with them right now. I'm hungry. Yelp out.
Food's aight. Safe bet.