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Yo, I got HUNDREDS of Paul Chen Hong Kong restaurant meals that have partied on in my belly, back in the day. Yup, back when I carried large peices of furniture for a living, there was nothing more rewarding than having my boss drop me off the back of the moving truck, $10 or $20 tip in my back pocket, and getting me some Monk's Sesame Chicken or Monk's Pepper Beef after a hard day's work. Amazing vegetarian fake-meat that is so good you will swear they fucked up your order and gave you the real thing instead. The Monk's Sesame Chicken you gotta ask for, and they'll make it for you. The run of the mill Garlic Eggplant is nothing but-sweet Hunan flavored sticky, puffy, gooey delicious eggplant that leaves you feeling pumped up.
But the Monk's menu is really where it at. A certain zen nirvana-thing is attained when you get that bloated, too puffed up with gluten too move, 5 star feeling, settle into the couch, pop in some fucked up Argentine art film from Video Americain, and drift through your late teens and early 20's, repeating this exact exercise by night, while blowing off college classes, womanizing, and paying $200 a month in rent. Shit, where did I ever go wrong?
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This isn't a totally stellar Chinese restaurant, but it sure hits the spot and serves up yummy food fast. The people who work here are friendly and attentive. The food is everything I want it to be when I crave Chinese--hot, with just enough salt and oil to make it bad for you. They are reasonably priced and take out service is quick. They even gave me a free kitschy calendar last time I visited.
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