So I've seen everything, at this point, from little, ethnic holes in the wall (including what ended up being probably a couple straight up ghetto joints, but I loved them all, just the same) to upscale, and this might be one of the best Chinese restaurants I've ever eaten at. I don't know what was more nourishing--the television screen showing gorgeous, central China, with giant, ancient Buddha statues carved into the earth, as they should be, & ornately decorated, gorgeous dancers reminding me of clothes that fits me perfectly but that isn't Made In The U.S.A. or the fact that their salad bar, with the integration of things like non-fried fish from the buffet, was so yum that that became the focus of what I ate while I was there. Kudos for being one of the only Chinese restaurants I've ever been to whose rice & lo mein tasted the way it should--perfect, pure, clean, & delicious, even with nothing else added (Located in the Miracle Mile Shopping Center).
And the prices on a Saturday night were tone-setting perfect. Places like this make me proud to be Asian-American.
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