The responsibility of the critic is not merely to take things for face value. Our task is to find the truth and unravel the underlying potential value that the establishment potentially could have. With this review, I hope to do much so.
Dragon I holds itself in a prime location of being at the heart of State Street where the hustle and bustle takes its hold. When one walks into the restaurant, the lights above strikes a fine balance of illuminating the room with a shroud of mystery. The dark wood complements the table very nicely with the finishing touch of a dark cloth adding to the eeriness and mystery of the restaurant. While upstairs, there's a larger seating accommodating for larger groups of patrons where most other establishments lack.
Beyond the decor and the ambiance, one must inebriate and submit themselves to intoxication of the night before, and with that intoxication, it must carry over to the day of indulging oneself at Dragon I to maximize the experience. This ritual is an absolute must.
Once browsing the menu, one finds themselves postulating and contemplating while reminiscing the previous dish that they might have regretted or enjoyed previously at Dragon I. I highly stress the importance of still being intoxicated due to the night before to enjoy the high of a rush that the restaurant offers - the grand experience of Russian Roulette when you glance over the wide array of choices in the menu. The thrill of the unknown. The high risk and high reward. You never know what potentially sub-mediocre dish could envelop taste buds and coax them into submission of either distaste or purely the satisfaction of "it's ok." This is where Dragon I thrives and the real value that it offers.