My parents decided to take me out to eat today, and of all the American restaurants they choose Mandarin, a Chinese one. I guess I can’t blame them; One does get tired of all the fatty fat that happens here.
The restaurant was quite small and all the tables were empty except one, a Chinese couple. While my parents and the staff had a couple of awkward minutes of platitudes in English before they switched to Chinese, I looked around. Despite being primarily empty, the decor of the restaurant was quite nice.
We ordered a scallop dish, beef rice noodles, three-piece seafood, and boneless spare ribs.
The boneless spare ribs were my favorite. Great meaty taste. The scallops were quite nice, particularly the broccoli dipped in soup.
The shrimp in the seafood dish was pretty savory, but I didn’t taste anything else because seafood isn’t really my thing.
In my opinion, the beef rice noodles were quite bland. Don’t get me wrong, they were absolutely fine… but fine isn’t really a compliment, I guess.
I agree with my dad; this food really doesn’t compare to food back in Shanghai. But it is America, after all. Bottom line, we won’t be going back.
Oh, the fortune cookies! Mine made absolutely no sense. But I laughed so hard at my dad’s. It’s like they read his mind. Take a gander whose is whose