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| - I had been wanting to try this place since they delivered a menu to our front door a few months ago. Finally got the opportunity today when the Pita island was closed (it's Sunday). It's strip mall location didn't deter us, and we headed in with hungry stomachs, excited for a new Chinese restaurant. First impression, was to turn around and walk right back out. It was at least 95 degrees inside, the booths were clearly bought at auction or surplus as they were literally falling apart at the seams, and the color photos of the food were all slightly blurry, with a nice yellow tint to them. We thought that maybe this was one of those Chinese places that has really good, authentic food, and therefore doesn't need anything fancy for decor, etc. it's a take-out style, so you order at the counter, nothing spectacular, with that part of the meal, other than their soda machine was out of order (they had canned sodas available), so no ice, which would have been nice considering I was starting to sweat. We ordered chicken egg foo young, hot and sour soup (not for me, I was burning up), and the beef and broccoli combo plate. Total was $20, so price was great. Soup came out first, I am told it was "ok", but served nice and hot, so that's a plus. My beef and broccoli with pork fried rice came out in about 10 minutes, and on first glance it looked tasty. Broccoli looked fresh and crisp, nothing over-cooked, but the rice really didn't look like any fried rice I have ever seen. It was yellow, like really yellow. Soy sauce should not make rice yellow, right?!? Anyway, the sauce on the meat was good, not too heavy, but the meat itself was a horrible quality, my plate was covered in oil (why would there be that much oil for beef and broccoli that isn't fried?!?), and the broccoli left something to be desired. Lots of brown ends, almost like mold maybe. And out came the egg foo young. Looked good at first glance, but again, when you looked closer, swimming in grease. There was no sauce, and when we asked for it the waiter muttered something and came back with a little styrofoam cup of the brown goo. And it was cold, like refrigerator cold. Luckily the egg foo young was still flaming hot from the blistery oil. Ok I had intended to finish this off strongly but it's making my stomach hurt. Never agin!!
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