I was excited to try this place after reading other reviews we went at 8 pm on a Sunday and they were still busy. My confidence grew immediately.
I let the waitress pick my entree which was the seafood soup; I won't embarrass myself by trying to remember the name or it's spelling.
The crab and shrimp were very fresh. The broth was clean and had a depth of flavor that is sometimes lacking in other restaurants. I didn't get an MSG or sodium headache/overload. This was the real deal.
My husband ordered their version of wonton and pork with broken rice. He wasn't thrilled with his choice, but admittedly, he's got a Westerners palate. The pork skins were less like the bacon he envisioned and more like dry pig-flavored scraps. They tasted like rubber bands covered in peant dust. But, I'm sure somebody's palette loves 'em: probably Andrew Zimmern.
He enjoyed his wonton, too. He wasn't used to wonton having veggies in the broth, but soon enjoyed the savory napa and other fixings.
The ambiance in this place is old, retro Asian restaurant. But, who cares? I'm there to eat some real food that someone's grandmother's grandmother passed down. I can deal with ugly carpets.