Amber Night

I live in Monterey, but my stomach is in SF.

Nobody does Chinese food like the Chinese. Period.

House of Nanking ROCKS. 'Nuff said, but I'm going to keep talking anyway because it's what I do. There is always a line out the door, and the owner/guy who runs the dining room doesn't so much let you order, as he lets you think you're ordering. You're the customer after all, it's only polite to allow you your illusions. He listens to you get started and just as you're really getting into it, he walks away nodding and gesturing like I got it, don't worry. It's jarring, and you wonder for a moment if you haven't suddenly warped into a Seinfeld episode.

This could suck except that the result is an amazing and delicious array beyond expectation of so many fantastic dishes that you now feel like you'd trust him with your kid. And by that, I mean I'd trust him with your kid because I don't have any crawlers of my own. None that I know about anyway.*

Anyhoo…the price is reasonable and the food is so good you end up not caring what it costs.** The downside is that somehow the whole process takes about 13 minutes and then you're outta there. You're back on the street in under 30, wondering how/what just happened, but with a warm happy feeling nonetheless. Not bad Chinatown, not bad at all.

* It's funny because I'd probably know, haha…yeah it's not really that funny.

** Especially when you conveniently "forget" your purse and stick your old college roommate with the check.

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