We go here because the guy who owns it is named Eugene. And how do I know this? Because he told me, and then we had a great conversation about how much we both love New York, and then he made really good orange chicken for me, which is now the only thing I ever order here. The orange chicken at Green Jade reminds me of one of my other vices, the orange chicken from Panda Express. Only at Panda, Eugene isn't there.