Chinese Palace

I live in the area. There is no restaurant here. Beware.
I live in the area. There is no restaurant here. Beware.
I live in the area. There is no restaurant here. Beware.
I live in the area. There is no restaurant here. Beware.

Being a week old in the city, I am an international student who is here on a tight budget.
I want to bring to attention an extremely unpleasant experience with the delivery guy.
He rings the bell whining about how far my place was (then the company should have a rule about distance, or minimum order.) And then I hand in the money. He looks at me angrily and demands more tip. I gently tell him, I am a student, i am not aware that there is some sort of rule. He screams some more. By this time, I am a bit unsure. So having paid and taken the food I close the door. He holds the door! This scares me. so I assertively tell him, he should leave now and I am not obligated to pay him more. When he was screaming and swearing bad words to me, I closed the door. He continued screaming, swearing and didn’t leave instantly. I felt insecure… and very unsafe.
Still shaking from the experience. Shouldn’t have been this way. I am a paying customer and this hostility changes the positioning of the company.
The food was average.

Scallion pancakes are a must here!
This place is definitely not authentic Chinese, which was what I was craving at the moment.
The dumplings were covered in a strange peanut buttery dipping sauce. I was really stoked for the sesame noodles but they were just really chewy and strange. I felt a little sick after this meal, but maybe because it was too greasy.

Wait! Let me grab a broccoli spear!!!
*insert «Jeopardy» music here*
What was my last Chinese place review? «Efficient»? This is not that review.
Not that these guys aren’t efficient — they got my food to me in half the advertised time. Which to me means they have a smart strategy.
But lets get to the pork. Because Pork Matters!
Now, THIS is pork. Not pre-​cut roasted pork dumped into a sauce.
Pork-​pork.
These guys don’t know me yet, so my «extra spicy, please» translated to normal-​person (which I am not) «extra spicy», and hit on the nose for that.
I have every reason to believe my next «EXTRA extra spicy» will hit, too. They just don’t yet know me. They soon will.
The hot red peppers they placed in the dishes told me so. Going further, I’ll tell them I’m nuts and they’ll put 4.
The basics:
1. Hot
2. Flavorful
3. Saucy
4. FRESH (I swear mine oinked)
The sesame noodles actually tasted of sesame. I’m shocked.
The pork tasted like actual pork.
The double-​sauteed pork had an array of non-​bargain-​basement vegetables and plump fat mushrooms of all sorts, nice sliced pork permeated with a very well-​balanced sauce that was neither too thin nor too thick, and a side of very nicely steamed rice. (Who am I kidding? I just looked at the plain white rice and will use it in a soup at a later date. But looked steamed. Isn’t that steamed rice’s ambition?) WINNING!!!
The broccoli was GREEN!!! Can you believe it??? Not yellow. Not orange. Not grey. GREEN. Perfectly cooked with just the right amount of garlic sauce of the exact proper consistency. I’m chewing on a spear as I write this. I have embraced typing for that reason alone — while speaking with one’s mouth full is rude, typing in same situation is perfectly acceptable, and I enjoy chewing. WINNING!!!
Hot wontons were drenched in sauce (I like that lots, but everyone’s different), and actually had pork in them. WINNING!!!
I could pass on the vegetable roll, but it was free, so — all good. I finished it. That’s sufficient promotion for a vegetable roll. I’ve never had one anywhere any time that would rock my world. It’s a friggin’ vegetable roll. It has no pork in it. Nuff said.
Side of pork fried rice — I find these a good sign of what vendors think of their clients. Two peas, a chunk of pork and wilted onion do not pork fried rice make. THIS pork fried rice WAS pork fried rice. I can always tell by the peas and onions. These guys respect their customers. Good stuff. WINNING!!!
Don’t get me wrong — love my Our Evergreen and their Hawt Tall Chinese Smiley «I Know I’m Hawt» Delivery Guy, but sometimes a gal needs her pork double-​sauteed. And this is the place.
Glad I gave ‘em a whirl. Will whirl ‘em more.
You should, too.
Nicely done, guys.
Very nicely done.