What’s that you say? EOITwJ never goes to Chinese? You’re right, it’s an awfully rare occurrence. Why is that? Well…it’s a bit samey, and they never have beef with broccoli. We have to have our American-style Chinese food, don’t we? No, seriously, we just don’t enjoy Chinese food that much. We don’t know what it is. Please take us to a place that will blow us away.
But sometimes, sometimes, we do crave the stuff. Last time was quite a while ago, and we tried to go to the place almost above the station in Monnaka, next to La Rainette, and it was closed. CLOSED?! What happened to the tradition of Chinese restaurants always being open, the one that led the wandering Jews to dine there on Christmas? That tradition didn’t make it to Koto ku, it seems. But on today’s holiday, they were open (and doing lively business, thanks to the closures of lots of other neighborhood places).
It’s not that the sauce tasted bad – like the decor it was tacky yet comforting. Imagine light-orange chili ketchup, and you won’t be far off. In addition to the shrimp, they had populated the plate with thick bits of fried noodle, because nothing goes with sweet, spicy sauce better than oily fried bread chunks! And I don’t mean this in a bad way; ever the weird foreigner, I found this very pleasing when spooned onto rice. The gyoza were browned, crispy, jammed with garlic, and actually acquitted themselves well.
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