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| - I usually judge a food place by my overall experience as opposed to focusing only on the quality of the food and service. That experience starts from the moment I get out of my car. For starters, the moment I opened my car door before stepping out, I was met with a "hey big man (I'm a big man), you help me out with some change for the bus?" Mind you, I parked right in front of the place so this is definitely a demerit against them as they have every right and responsibility as a business to prevent this sort of thing from happening. It's not like I have a phobia of homeless folks, but there's nothing like having a filthy greasy booze-breathed hobo greet me at my car on my way into a restaurant to whet the appetite.
Once I give the guy some change, I walk in to this typical strip mall Chinese take-out style eatery and am immediately greeted with "for here or to-go?" From across the room. When I'm ordering, I ask if they have unsweetened Iced tea. She doesn't know, she asks the girl right next to her who ignores her. We stand there for 20 seconds of silence before a man walks out and lists off the iced teas. I ask, "Are they all sweetened?" He lists them all off again. He didn't understand the question. I get it, this is America and there will be times where you run across a foreigner and cannot understand their language, I'm in their place, so I nod and ask for water. The first bottled water I receive had been previously opened. I tell them and they look at me like I'm crazy before getting me a new bottle.
When the food arrives, the server places the largest plate of chicken katsu I've ever seen on the table in front of me. I would have been extremely impressed by this had I not ordered the beef with broccoli. I tell the server and I get the same look like I'm lying or something. Finally the beef with broccoli arrives on a large plate accompanied by a second large plate covered in steamed rice. Looks good! It was NOT!
First of all, I was given a large spoon to eat my beef with broccoli. At this point, I don't feel like getting another look, so I pretend that I am accustomed to eating broccoli with a spoon and I smile and say thank you. Then I take the first bite. DISGUSTING! It tasted like pounded beef fat covered in pure oyster sauce dipped in salt. The broccoli was a bit overcooked and every so often while hovering over my plate to prevent lap spillage, I get a whiff of some foul stank feet. No, it was not me, it was the plate. I have worked in enough short order kitchens to recognize that scent. It's filthy dish water. I was so appalled that I bothered to write this review. I would not have normally bothered to write a review of a strip mall place, but it was so gnarly that I want to prevent anyone from going to China One.
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