3. Food & Drink
Examiner Review for North Park Restaurant:
Through swinging doors, that speak Bourbon Street louder than farmhouse-chic, a wooden
auditorium surrounds teeming with energy as stunning plates are whisked by too fast to get a
clear gander. Chef Matt Gordon runs an impeccable restaurant. Having frequented the bar
numerous times, I have had the pleasure of tasting some of the culinary wonders on the all-
natural menu.
The hanger steak, medium-rare, represents everything that is right when it comes to our
hunter/gatherer roots. I do not think there is a finer way to enjoy an early dinner as the sun
sets, sipping on an aromatic gin drink muddled with basil and mint and slowly devouring the
Jidori chicken that falls right off the bone.
The one complaint I would make is the amount of community seating they have. I
personally, am not a fan of sitting with a huge group of strangers. I understand that it is a bar,
but a bar is for adults. I will stop before the memory of sitting community style with two crying
babies comes back in its entirety.
Overall, stellar place. Keep up the good work and the attention to detail. It’s noticeable.
Review for Imperial Mandarin Restaurant:
It was a random afternoon when the sudden urge for dim sum struck. Triggered by the
industrial lots and desolate streets of Kearny Mesa, I knew satisfaction was near. There is no
technical “Chinatown” in San Diego, but if there were, Kearny Mesa would be it.
Excited by the tacky décor and traditional Chinese place-settings I sat, craving moist
dumplings, black bean clams and pork rolls. My wife excused herself to go to the latrine. When
she returned I could tell she had seen something out of the ordinary. Two toilets in the ladies
room with no guard or paneling, just a “screw it” kind of approach; like how the Romans used
to share a scrubber in the communal latrines.
A complimentary soup arrived. It looked like something from the Florida everglades. As
the dishes continued, so did the horror. The chicken fried rice we ordered? They forgot to cook
the chicken. You could still see the freezer burn in the chewy abominations.
As I saw the Peking duck plate approaching, I prayed to Escofier that, at the very bare
minimum, they would not be able to screw up the duck! But I was sadly disappointed. Not in
the sense that it was under or overcooked. There just wasn’t meat. Seven slices of crispy Peking
Beggin’ Strips that sat in a pool of fryer grease and surrounded, almost like a séance, by the
not-so-sticky buns. It’s hard to be romantic about it and imagine little Daffy flying through clear
skies when in reality, a place this terrible most likely has terrible purveyors, and Daffy probably
grew up in a fetid farm in China and never learned to fly.
So if you’re looking for guaranteed biological poisoning of some sort or just an awful experience
in general, swing by Imperial Mandarin Restaurant in Kearny Mesa! It may kill you.
Tech Copy
Possible Copy for VTIN EYPRO Sports Camera:
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