There used to be a time (a long long time ago) when I used to go to Kom Jug and not think it too shabby. However, my last and most recent visit made me realize that some things don't change (like people's tastes do), but are certainly worth coming back to for nostalgia's sake.
My friends and I were mighty hungry when we arrived in the wee hours. No one working there seemed particularly happy to see us, so we stood at the door waiting for what seemed like ages before we were pointed in the direction of the only table available. That was the start of the notably bad service which wasn't always so in my experience.
The food although plenty filling, was only oookay. (What did I expect!?) The barbecue chicken had an extraordinary number of bones in it. The barbecue pork was heartier than most. The rice plates were enormous. The shanghai noodles were equally gigantic and slathered in sauce. The veggies seemed to have been reheated.
Despite how many times I've actually eaten at Kom Jug over the years, nary a handful of those times have I been sober. With their late hours, kitschy red lanterns, and scribbly neon posters, this greasy Chinese barbecue joint is in my opinion only fit for filling up at after one too many drinks.