Pabiyan I.
Google
Boy has this place gone downhill since Chef Cee died. The brother, with his rude way of speaking to people, has destroyed any chances I will return. And that's not all. No telling when they're open. Eighty-percent of the time, the hours posted on the door mean nothing. They open and close whenever they want. And an appetite killer for me is when in my excitement I see the entrance door propped open, go inside and am shouted at that they're closed due to filling catering orders. Plus, on those miracle days when they're actually open and serving customers, they might offer your favorite menu item, or they might not. And if they don't have it, they haven't a clue when they can. If you dial them in advance to check on your favorite menu item, either they don't answer the phone or get pissed that you keep calling everyday asking about the same menu item. And this may be the worst part: You call, they say they're not serving today your favorite but will have it on another day. You show up days later on the day they tell you, and they don’t have it.