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| - After seeing Amy P's review of this place I had to give my own. If you have read my other reviews it is plain to see I think I know what I am talking about when it comes to food. So, being a true NYer and a good Jew I love Chinese food. It's Kosher, right? Anyway, I have had my fair share of it and Dragon Palace stands up to almost all of it, save Chinese food in Seattle.
It is located in the corner of a strip mall, which Megan M pointed out is a little shady. Couldn't be more spot on. There is a bar in the opposite corner and run-down looking car wash close by. Putting that aside it is your stereotypical Chinese restaurant. It smells great when you walk in and there are a couple of cheap candy and toy machines right when you walk in. You are always greeted by the owner, who speaks passable and sometimes unintelligible English. Most of the time I am picking up food to go, but when I have eaten here the service has been very quick and attentive. It is good for big groups too.
No matter what you like in the way of Chinese food you will find it here. Everything I have eaten has been very good. The soups, appetizers, and main dishes are all consistent each time I order them, which is what I look for in a good eatery. My favorites include the egg rolls, wonton soup, mo shu pork, house special chicken, mongolian beef, and lemon chicken.
The only thing that bugs me about this place, is what gets my Dad riled up every time we order from them. So after getting food from here for about 10 years my Dad started to notice that the bill was always ending in .0, .05, or .10 increments. So, this one time my Dad decided to figure out the bill himself, tax and all. When we went to pick up the food he argued with the owner for about 10 minutes about the fact that they were rounding up on the tax. It may have only been a few cents, but it pissed my Dad off. The owner said that they "don't deal in penny." My Dad retorted with, "Well the IRS does." The owner told him he was a big problem and would remember his name. He proceeded to storm off and cuss my Dad out in Chinese. To this day my Dad doesn't use his name to place pick up orders. It is still a running joke in my family. After all this we still order from them.
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