Hunger can make you do strange things. Like going somewhere to eat where all the subtle signs are actually red flags telling you to stay hungry a little longer and roll the dice elsewhere. Admittedly, my entre choice of chicken egg foo young was not one I would normally select, especially when at this place you could substitute "yuck" in place of young. To say that the flavor profile was monochromatic would be charitable, and the dark brown sauce it was swimming in was salty enough to float a tourist in the Dead Sea. My chosen side dish of seaweed salad was actually partially frozen. Perhaps they were trying to invent a new savory Asian popsicle. Did I mention the uninterrupted screaming in Chinese from the kitchen during my entire visit? Endpoint lesson learned-you still get what you pay for, and if your instinct tells you to move on before dropping your cash like it's hot, follow your instinct.