Sammi N.
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I’ve ordered from this place countless times. Seriously, A LOT. Being Vietnamese, this spot has been my go-to because it’s the only one around that reminds me of home. Every time I order, it’s a big order for my family — that’s how much I’ve supported them over the years.
But lately, something’s changed. The last few times I ordered, my kids ended up with upset stomachs the next day. I brushed it off, didn’t complain, didn’t point fingers. I wanted to believe it was just bad luck or something else.
Tonight though… I’m honestly disgusted. After a long, exhausting day, I didn’t feel like cooking, so I ordered again. But what we got was beyond disappointing — the food was spoiled. The smell, the taste, everything was off. And the more I thought about it, the angrier I got. Because this isn’t just about bad food — it’s about putting profit over people.
That’s what hurts the most. People are what keep a business alive. For a restaurant to knowingly send out spoiled food — to risk someone’s health just to save a few bucks — that’s not just careless, it’s morally wrong.
I’ve never wanted to write a bad review about this place. As a fellow Asian, I believe in saving face, in giving grace, in supporting our own. But wrong is wrong. And tonight was just that — wrong. I’m heartbroken to even say it, but I can’t keep quiet about it.