You’ll eat what I serve you” (I might have misquoted him a wee, but not Mee, bit).
But the King told us to “ignore her, I tell you what’s good and what’s not. We had asked for the Owner (who was sitting discretely near the back, for her recommendations on what to eat. He truly was the Master of his Domain (and the restaurant). Mainly by our waiter, who when asked his name said it was “King”. But, we didn’t come for the decor, we came to be entertained. You walk in and you feel you’ve entered a Chinese restaurant from the 1960’s (and I think some of the decorations, tables, etc., haven’t been updated since then (and neither has the bathroom!). Trust me, it is easy to miss! Look for the BJ’s, avoid all the pedestrians crossing the road to the parking lot, and find a parking spot as soon as you pass BJ’s. I had to call my brother, Yong Joo (who better to ask for directions that the brother we affectionately call “The Wandering Joo”?), and he told me to look past BJ’s (it’s not easy sometimes always having my Jew on sniffing out bargains!), and the entrance was to be found: It was tucked away right past BJ’s Warehouse (bonus Jew Appeal points!!). I must say I got distracted looking for the restaurant tonight. Facebook X Reddit Email “The King and Mee’s”
