The place was empty on a Saturday night. The amount of staff trumped the place with the old white couple in the corner noshing on egg drop soup and flied wice. There was not one single Oriental customer in the whole joint. I wanted to shoot myself but I was too lazy to go somewhere else.
Hi, do you speak Cantonese?
"Yes... Ni Hao."
What da fuck. Ah, isn't that Mandarin, sweet cheeks? Just shut your mouth or I'll gag it with an eggroll. She just kept on yapping away like some Yenta. Oy vey.
The menu read like a Chin Chin's menu, except it doesn't do sushi (Thank God.). It is so friggin vanilla white bread cracker of a menu that even the Mexicans will eat here (which a familia did come in later). Scrolling through the menu was putting me to sleep... Except for a few items that looked decent enough. This place is all over the board, there's not one defining Chinese cuisine here, no wonder they call it "Asian Cuisine".
Ugh, enough of the babbling... What about the food?
The interior space is similar to Pung Mie, it's nice but a restaurant with mediocre food with so much better competition around will only mean their demise sooner or later. It's too bad because this place coulda been somebody like a phoenix rising from the previous tenant's ashes. Oh, and the staff were actually pwetty nice people. I feel for ya. This place would do well in order by number white suburbia.
Flush.
1.5 Stars.
5145 Buford Highway NE
Doraville, GA 30340
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