Usually, I'm very sceptical about having Chinese food in Britain. Because most places cater to the tastes of drunken pub goers, the quality bar tends to be rather low. My Dad was visiting from the States and dying for Chinese food, so we went in -- somewhat enticed by the "Malaysian" tag for this restaurant. My Dad, who grew up in KL, didn't recognise any Malaysian dishes. Perhaps the worse part of the experience -- the waitress had a persistent, deep, wet, hacking cough. She severed water and prawn crisps after coughing into her hands. We left shortly after. We didn't order any food, but nothing on the menu seemed to say anything more than the typical greasy fare.
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