When I was in high school, I worked at a movie theater. Christmas was always a busy day there and since we were Jewish, my friend Emily and I always volunteered to work a double shift. We’d get a break in the middle and would drive to a local Chinese restaurant for dinner. Fast-forward 18 years or so and we’re still spending Christmas dinner eating Chinese food together. (Yes, we both live in Atlanta now.)
This Christmas was no different and Emily, her fiance Brian, Jason and I went to Man Chun Hong for dinner on Christmas night. This was not your typical Americanized Chinese restaurant. Though they had some recognizable items on the menu (Kung Pao chicken, for example), there was also a whole host of other things that I hadn’t heard of.
I can be adventurous but only to an extent and I went with some sort of spicy seafood noodle soup. If there’s a big bowl of noodle soup on a menu somewhere, chances are that I’m going to get it. I really liked it. The broth had a really good flavor to it.
Jason, always looking for something spicy, got the Shan City Chicken. Unfortunately, he thought it had a weird aftertaste and wasn’t a fan.
Brian got Chicken with Plum Sauce which he liked.
While Emily got some sort of seafood noodle dish that was really good, despite the noodles being very long.
Except for Jason, everyone enjoyed their food. Fortunately, the portions were huge, so he was able to eat a lot of my soup. I think the chicken left a bad taste in his mouth (literally and figuratively) so not sure if he’ll be in a big hurry to go back to Man Chun Hong, but I liked it! Thought we’re not quite sure about this creepy fortune!