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| - When the best thing one can say about a restaurant is that the food didn't make you sick, it shouldn't be considered a reason to try it out for yourself. As one previous reviewer said, this is just bad American-Chinese food.
We ordered from here because we were feeling lazy and we wanted delivery that wasn't pizza. Golden Dragon is close to home, and we figured that it wouldn't take too long for the order to arrive.
We ordered our usual new Chinese restaurant test menu, Beef Chow Mein and General Tso's chicken ... these are pretty easy dishes that are hard to mess up. We also ordered a Tofu with Garlic Sauce. The menu also said that you could get a free order of fried rice with purchase of $20 or more, and here is where things started to go south. The guy on the phone told us that they don't offer the fried rice any more, but he would give us two cans of soda instead ... and the soda selections were Mountain Dew, Grape, Orange and others we didn't even recognize. We passed on the soda. It reminded me of Homer Simpson when his car was booted at the World Trade Center and the surly "khavalch" vendor only offered a beverage choice between Mountain Dew and Crab Juice; of course Homer chose the Crab Juice, wouldn't you?
To their credit, the delivery time wasn't bad. The food however, was less than mediocre. It was hard to tell the difference between the three items, by appearance, taste and texture. My partner, being Chinese, was offended that this was being passed off as the food of his people. Adding insult to injury, he was infuriated by Golden Dragon's version of chow mein - the word chow mein in Chinese means "Fried Noodle" and if you've ever ordered it in a semi-passable Chinese restaurant, you probably remember vegetables and meat poured over a bed of crispy pan fried noodles. This is not to be confused with lo mein, which are also noodles covered with vegetables and meat, but in lo mein, the noodles aren't fried crispy.
So the Golden Dragon version of chow mein was a brown mush of beef bits and a mass of soggy bean sprouts. When we opened it up, we couldn't figure out where the noodles were, and I went so far as to wonder out loud if maybe they were using bean sprouts instead, or maybe they even forgot to include the noodles - as we were having this discussion, I was munching on a small bag of crispy wonton skin like you might add to a bowl of hot and sour soup; I figured this was some little complimentary munchy thing they included with all their orders. You can probably see where this is going ... it was just then that the reality of the situation became clear to me and I understood that these stupid little wonton skin strips were supposed to be the fried noodles for the chow mein. I told my partner what I just realized and he was incredulous - he spent about three minutes telling me that was impossible, because it was the antithesis of chow mein. He ultimately felt the need to call Golden Dragon and verify that this was the case ... he spent a few minutes speaking with the guy in English trying to say that there were no noodles with the dish and explaining that these wonton skins were not noodles. Suddenly he switched to Mandarin and a torrent of loud invective poured out as he sought clarification in a language the guy on the phone might understand. "How can you even consider yourself Chinese," my partner said to the guy?! "Your food brings shame to your family and all Chinese people." There was more than that, but I thought it was the most telling part.
Needless to say, we tossed most of it and we were out $23. My advice, steer clear.
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