I only wanted to go here for the kitsch and novelty value. I think they mainly operate as a take away, I'm not sure if people eat there much but it was empty at 6pm on a Saturday night when I went there. I wanted to leave when I got there and I didn't think to ask to see a menu and then excuse myself. The lovely lady who came out to greet me was very friendly, so I felt embarrassed to leave and stayed there reluctantly, thinking it'd be pretty dodgy, and it was. The decor was really cool though, straight out of 1976-1985 and well-preserved. I kind of romanticise those innocent days of restaurant dining, to which there was a sort of conviviality, I feel the love in it and as such it was very sad and melancholy as I observed the deserted, abandoned love of a long-forgotten, bygone era. The food however, gave no room for such nostalgia and was a bit of a shambolic mess of inadequate care. I was actually looking forward to a simple and tasty dish, maybe unremarkable but pleasant, but saddened to say it had some hideous elements. Um, half-cooked packet beans past their use-by date and borderline off meat. I didn't get sick but my stomach felt uneasy afterwards. I had the ginger beef which I thought'd be interesting and when you could actually taste the ginger sauce, it was delicious, but there needed to be a little more of it. These are Chinese people cooking their own food in 2013, it shouldn't be this sub-par, and it'd be easy to do a lot better and make some use of the fun, campy decor. As there are plenty of good Asian places dotted along Elizabeth St., well, I don't know how they stay in business. Shame because if the host/owner was anything to go by, they're really lovely people. Surreal.
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