linuxgirl

Have you ever told your mom that you want to eat out? And she says in response ''Nonsense! I can make perfectly good burgers better than McDonalds!''? Well, then you're familiar with the sadness and disappointment of having a very generous portion of food that doesn't taste as good as you expected.

I ordered Chinese. I know for a fact that there are ethnic Chinese people working in the restaurant, but apparently none as cooks. Fried rice: onion, pepper, none of the shrimps advertised. Soggy rice, the cardinal sin every Chinese knows not to commit. None of the beloved flavors of the orient. Onion. And. Pepper. Maybe I should sneak and check if my mom does work there!

As reported, the portions are massive. At the very least, the money I spent easily will be dinner tomorrow. And even then, only because I have little other choice.

To top it all off, I got yelled at by the uppity driver who couldn't find my address. Great. At least the bitterness adds some flavor.

Word of mouth has it that the buffet at Genghis Khan is quite good. Naturally, I thought that this must mean the restaurant itself would be even better with the night menu. It was curious that it was hidden so neatly away, and it seemed suspicious. I was put at ease when I entered the quite beautifully decorated place, with Chinese music playing. But, there were practically no other customers in such a huge place. The environment was tense, the waitresses strangely distracted and distant, even though the place was almost empty. Something was just not right, it was almost shady.

The food was just short of actively disgusting. It was incredibly clear that the chef was a non-Chinese person, doing their best 'impression' of Chinese cuisine. The beef used in my dish was full of hard gristle and fat, the vegetables tasteless. My fiance's dish was equally bad. We quietly grimaced and shoveled down the massive portions. They are definitely using pre-made/frozen/low quality ingredients to cut corners.

We went here for our anniversary and left sad. We didn't feel safe sending the food back or asking for part of the money back. There was just a vague feeling that we had to get the hell out of there.