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| - Sometimes writing is therapeutic in ending a relationship. Spoken aloud, the name puts a grimace on my face, as once spoken with great joy now evokes deep regret. For the last 4 months I've had permutations of this conversation with my wife:
"Hmmm I don't really feel like cooking." Me
"Well we could order delivery." Wife. Face begins to morph into the Why-do-I-put-up-with-you-face.
"We could. Orrrrrrrrrrrrr we could... wok in! Ahahahahaha." Me
"Why did I marry you." Wife.
"Well if you need to, you can always wok out! Ahahahahaha." Me
THE GLARE. Wife.
With heart afloat with punny happiness, I approached this Chinese restaurant called Wok In. Situated prominently on the corner of Sossaman and Main, a tinge of trepidation shook me as I noted that their signage had only a single letter working. Eating at O isn't as fun as Wok In, but I figured the food should be what concerns me. Walking up some steps that they kindly warn you about, I enter and the restaurant feels spacious, probably can seat 120-ish. Pretty worn decor but no points off for that. Momentary confusion as they have a order counter, but also full service seating. Nice server with very cheerful disposition seats and takes drink order which is iced tea, which arrives very promptly. I decide to try their egg drop soup, goi cuon, and bun cha gio thit nuong. I don't quite remember, but I want to say everything was $2 except the bun, which was around $7.
After ordering the server asks me if I'm Vietnamese. Sure am! Clouds pass over the previously unrelenting sunny disposition as she swiftly departs to place my order. Surprised, I take another look around my surroundings, and note the absence of any of my people. Knowing many caucasians with excellent taste in asian cuisine, I shrug off the demographics and tell myself everything will be okay.
Egg drop soup arrives very promptly. Its tolerable. Less eggy than most but with lots of carrot, corn, some cabbage, flavor is a bit weak but veggies redeem it slightly.
Goi Cuon much more disappointing. Stuffed with a lot of lettuce, bean sprout, and 3 shrimp between the 2 rolls. No pork. The sauce was pure bottled hoisin with some sprinkled peanuts on top.
Then my favorite cool noodle dish, Bun Cha Gio Thit Nuong. Normally this is a bright, herbaceous dish with slippery rice noodles, lots of herbs/veggies, and savory pork slices grilled + egg rolls. The cha gio (fried egg roll) were really tasty, and grilled beef was nice enough, but the fish sauce was very watery, and lettuce was probably 30% of the volume of this dish. Some good bits to this dish but overall unbalanced and depressing with the weak nuoc mam.
Well. Time to walk up and pay for my food. Server timidly asks if I liked the food. She gets an unconvincing yea it was fine. She can tell and quietly says goodbye. I say good bye as well. Good bye to the server, good bye to a fun pun that I can't use anymore as its just depressing to think of, good bye to a Chinese restaurant with Vietnamese owners who make bad Viet food, good bye to it all... I wok out.
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