This place was recommended by Patricia Wells, which is a bit disturbing since it was pretty terrible. Some of the food edged upward towards mediocre; most of it was greasy and awful. The "famous" noodles? Yes, for a moment or two the 'chef' stepped into his glassed in kitchen and did a bit of twirling, but the result was a heavy, almost doughy version of what should be light and a bit delicate. Every dish--and there were four of us so we ordered a variety--was slathered in the same sauce that I could imagine being ladled from a giant vat with grease floating on top. The only saving grace might have been the hot sauce, but that was provided in a nearly empty bottle the cap of which was encrusted with the stuff.
There was one other table of customers (I won't call them diners), yet the service was execrable. Much of what we asked for, including bottled water, was unavailable. Another napkin? In a while. A fresh plate for another dish? Grudgingly. A replacement for a dirty cup served with tea? As soon as I remove my thumb you can have it. I'd like to say they were trying and were simply inept, and that's partly true, but only partly. It was a grim meal, but then it was our fault too. Who would be dumb enough to go to a Chinese restaurant on Boulevard St. Germain even if Patricia Wells suggested it? I hope she's not losing her touch.
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