Daniel L.
Yelp
Lisa: [talking to townsman] Famous for your mud? How's your Chinese food?
Vinny Gambini: You just keep asking about Chinese food. You gotta let everybody know you're a tourist?
This was Marvin Zindler's favorite restaurant back in the day. That lends it some amount of classy prestige. If nothing else, a helpful assurance that there was no slime in the ice machine, at least back in 1991. However I still played it safe by avoiding the ice machine altogether and just ordered up some bottled Tsingtao. The alcohol will kill all that could possibly ail you. Beer: the solution to (and cause of) all of life's problems.
Tsingtao is Chinese. Shanghai is a city in China. I know this because of geogramuphy. Therefore Tsingtao, a Chinese beer, belongs here. Sapporo, Asahi, and Kirin are also on the menu. Sapporo, Asahi, and Kirin are all Japanese. That is almost a severe faux pas in the Eastern world, no? Things got pretty heated between the Chinese and the Japanese in World War II. That would be like me driving a BMW today, or giving a playful nickname like "The Kaiser" to a hooker at the Ramada Inn by the airport. It's still too soon. So you could tell (besides this being in River Oaks) how much it is catering to rich white folk largely ignorant of world history. Most of them probably could not tell you the substantive differences between China and Japan - it's not even the actual malice of the Tea Party's ridiculous xenophobia. More of the ilk on display in the television program King of the Hill where the boys tried to determine the particulars of Kahn Souphanousinphone's native Laos, whether the family was ultimately Chinese or Japanese. Other reviewers have additionally expounded on how this is not an "authentic" Chinese place but for the beer drinkers who explore the world through a pint, you need look no further than the bar to know that this is not authentic. That is okay by me, greasy Americanized-Chinese food is a way of life. Pei Wei, PF Chang's, and even Panda Express all serve their purpose as delicious hangover olde timey elixir remedies to soothe you as you listen to Phish and find your center. If Dr Oz will will hawk any "miracle" he can, he should really get in on the action of letting Americans know how great Chinese food is as a "miracle" for anything and everything. Might as well get in on a little more side action where you can on your next episode of "Check this shit out with some guy named Mehmet"
I was here for dinner. Your mileage may vary for lunch and fourthmeal. Dinner at least: the atmosphere has a tinge of romantic night out. The solid wood furniture, the dim lighting, the white tablecloth, the napkin folded decoratively, the dark color scheme on the walls besides the one glamour shot of Marvin, and the light piano music on in the background. It all seems like a set up for a nice and pleasant dinner. This is a place you put pants AND a shirt on to come here because you want to - not because the ball and chain made you.
I was searching reviews earlier trying to find what I wanted, shrimp is always good. But eggplant is always wonderful. Sadly no reviews had touched the eggplant yet. So it was my yelp duty to stick a fork in it.
The eggplant Szechuan style is sadly, not hot. That chili pepper on the menu is a filthy liar. This is not hot at all. Even if they do prepare it on the white person heat factor scale, this was about a zero point zero. Even the old white lady that complained about the water being too spicy, well she would find this was perf. Notwithstanding the total lack of heat, the eggplant was served up like a boss. Delicious, not overcooked, not too drippy, not drowning in cheap spice ingredients to mask eggplant that is just a bit older than it needed to be. This dish is just as perfect as eggplant can ever be. Prepared with same solemnity that their brother from another mother prepared in the eggplant parmesan at Josephine's when that glorious beast was still in existence down. This eggplant was not too greasy, it was just right. So not-greasy even that it did not soak through a shallow bed of white rice. At Mo Mong that eggplant used to soak straight through like it was on the drippy highway 2 hell. Not Shanghai River. My dining companion ordered something else, decidedly less eggplanty in nature, and seemed to enjoy it just as much.
Service was attentive and prompt. A nice waiter. The place was clean. The environment while a bit romantical-like, was still a warm and welcoming one to eat a nice dinner with a friend.
It's a cut above the local Pei Wei, because it is not Pei Wei. You don't order at a counter. And they have plenty of alcohols - however their Green Tea Soda cocktail is not really on the menu, their menu is a filthy liar and needs to be updated, because I really wanted to drink that. Instead I had a brief unsatisfying cry and settled on another Tsingtao. For an Americanized-Chinese place in River Oaks this is pretty great for the zip code.