There are a lot of reasons to travel. Some people travel to see sights, experience different cultures, meet new people. I travel to eat. To me there’s nothing more exciting than visiting another country and experiencing the food. Get to a museum and find out it’s closed… eh, no big deal. Force me to waste a meal on bad food, and you will see one pissed off traveler. It helps that I’m pretty much willing to eat anything, so the language barrier is not a huge issue. If it looks like it tastes good, and people are eating it- I’ll eat it too. Pig intestines in Bali, anything off the street in Thailand… bring it on.
Last week, I found a place for lunch that made me feel that way, without leaving Midtown. It’s Chinese, and in the Garment District, and eating there made me feel transported to a different country. I’m not saying the food was the best, most authentic Chinese food I’ve ever had (far from it). I’m saying that this place was a dirty hole, packed with people speaking a different language. I had no idea what I was ordering, sat at a cramped table with three people I didn’t know (who also didn’t speak very much English)… and I loved every minute of it.
Just like most eating in Foreign countries, this place is not for everyone. The food is hit or miss, the place is real dirty, and you don’t necessarily know exactly what you’re eating. But the price is right (it’s super cheap), and if you like meals to be adventures, this is as good as it’s going to get in Midtown.
Pictures, what I ate and the +/- after the jump… Read more »
Posted by Zach at 8:37 am, March 19th, 2007 under 38th btw. 7+8th, Chinese, Ying Du.
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