I had a strong urge for some bad Chinese food. The lunch hour had come and gone and I couldn’t get away to eat. Finally able to head to Panda Express at around 2:45 p.m. where I ordered chow mein noodles, orange chicken and kung pao chicken.
Urge satisfied.
And judging by the fortune, it’s a good thing I followed my stomach’s desires. It appears it’ll pay off handsomely sometime. It doesn’t say soon, just sometime.
I ate A LOT of Chinese food for dinner. I knew I was hungry, but jeepers, I just kept dumping rice onto my plate and heaping chicken kung bo on top. Went to Little Lan’s in Winnetka before an evening assignment.
Normally it’s pretty mediocre, but I asked for my dish spicy. This time, they delivered. I think the waitress was testing me. She seemed to have a smirk when she returned to my table, after previously dropping off my food, when she said, “Is it hot enough? I can bring more hot sauce.”
“It’s just fine,” I said. Not great Chinese food, but it seemed to hit the spot tonight.
How do you think you pronounce #12?
A Tumblr photo caught my eye last night, and reminded me how delicious a good plate of chicken lo mein can be. I headed to Yelp — lo and behold, there was a Chinese place right around the corner from me that reportedly had great noodles. I prefer the thick to the ramen-sized ones. Great Dragon sells ‘em.
The thought of those noodles stuck to my brain like glue. All morning I kept picturing them in my head. When I got a break mid-day, I walked the dog and hopped in the car and drove there.
After learning that the county health inspector had recently given their employees poor marks for personal hygiene, I shrugged it off and ordered the chicken lo mein lunch special, which for $6.45 (including tax) also comes with chicken fried rice, a vegetable egg roll and a root beer.
Made fresh, put in a styrofoam container and handed to me 15 minutes later.
Only one complaint — it was a little soupy. I prefer the noodles to be on the dryer side of things. Otherwise, a good cheap-o lo mein. I’ll be back.
Late night snacking: Leftover Chinese food, with a drizzle of Sriracha sauce.
We had tickets to see Jeff Tweedy of Wilco fame at the Vic Theatre in Chicago, and decided to get dinner before the show. Scored an awesome parking space in front of New Jeanny’s Chinese Restaurant, which was perfect, because I was in the mood for something spicy over rice.
I started with the chicken and corn soup, which was basically chunks of chicken and kernels of corn dumped into egg drop soup. Not what I imagined, but not terrible.
Then I had the “spicy salt chicken,” which sounded comparable to my favorite Chinese dish in the world (dry chili chicken from Double Li in Chinatown). This came close, but no cigar. For one, it wasn’t very spicy. The fried strips of chicken were great, and the diced onions and peppers were perfect, but there was an unidentifiable and undeniable aftertaste that kind of soured the dish. (Could have used more garlic, too, but now I’m just nitpicking.) Strangely enough, I’d order it again, but I’d ask for it spicy. Maybe that’d be the magic bullet.
But New Jeanny’s is great — I love the ambiance, the waitress was super friendly, and the fortune I got in my cookie was delightfully vague: “You are the most of every situation.”
Why thank you!
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