"Let me start out with the waiter. He must be the owners son because if he worked for me I'd smack his knuckles like uncle Nigel smacking the subscribe button. He had a total attitude. Swaggered around like a big lord on a small mountain. Was not engaging or pleasant, every movement he made dripped with haughtiness. He did his job, but there was absolutely nothing friendly or welcoming about him. And now on to the actual meat of the review. The Beef broth noodle dish I got was wonderful. The meat was deeply flavored and fall apart tender. One of the best stew broths I've had in ages. The noodles were easily separated in the bowl. The Spring Rolls and the sauce were great, tight and well wrapped as a caterpillar in a cocoon. The veggie dish was not only plentiful, but colorful and the condiment tray was well stocked. The decor was upscale Asian eighties, which is a perfect alternative for the Inner Portland upscale yuppie look. It looks, exactly like what it is. A place that not only caters to bumbling newcomers like myself, but a strong contingent of the Jade District. The menu reflects this historical demographic with a long and varied menu, much of which is, foreign to me. Coming here and slowly working through the menu would a daunting but delightful process. The food is worth the punk attitude of the waiter, who really needs to remember that people there are either paying the bills or working to get the bills paid. He is almost a caricature of the young, can't be bothered, too good for this job, son of an owner, archetype. I loved the fish by the way although the rock fountain out front seems to be the repository for used face masks."
