I always loved this place, and it may close in a few months. I always felt like I was in Hong Kong (or in the Hong Kong I've pieced together in my imagination from all the Asian cinema I watched in college). It's one of the few places open really late (like 4 in the morning) and you can get heaping plate of food there for like $5.
No matter what they tell you, cheap Chinese food goes better with poetry than McDonald's ever did. The coke in the can with a straw complemented poetry, with its not necessarily lofty heights but definitely different place, more than where I usually was in high school, which was McDonald's. And if you're there too much, even poetry won't set you free. At least with cheap Chinese, greasy and bad for you, I can be a plebeian instead of a slave.
Not that any of this makes sense, but it might some day. I seem to have had a China theme this week.
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