The House of Nanking

I walked through Chinatown in San Francisco with my good friend Reed. We were scanning the streets for a small popular restaurant that both of I had heard of several days before. I saw it “The House of Nan King”. We were shocked to see a line outside. It seemed like a night club with its fluorescent sign and dark windows. We waited in line for twenty five minutes to be let in. By this time the line had not only grown, but it had almost doubled in size. We walked in and were quickly seated. The waitress said “drinks”, nothing else. She seemed rude and both of us thought that it was quite possibly the start to a terrible meal. Our drinks got to the table and we were again shocked by the brusque nature of our waitress. She asked us if we were ready and we said no and she told us to order anyway. We would choose something and she would say no. It was absurd. The whole situation seemed too delusional to be true. After our painful ordering process, we were quickly brought food and to our surprise it was nothing that we had decided on with the waitress. We decided to just eat and get out. There was no point to fighting this battle. We had already lost several times. I took a bite of the Onion Pancake in front of me and was astounded. It was absolutely amazing. The mix of red, green, and white onions with shallots inside of the crispy pancake was truly delightful. There was an unknown brown sauce on top that was also phenomenal. We were ready for our next course and dished began to come to the table before we could finish the previous thing. It was not the right amount of dishes and nothing was what we ordered, but it was quite possibly the best Chinese food I have ever had.