Tuesday, June 21, 2005
Restaurant #2: Cathay House
It's Tuesday, June 21st - ye olde Summer Solstice. Again, Amber the Art Director joined me for lunch. We tried the Kosher place mentioned in the previous posting, but the stairway was dark and foreboding and Amber got scared. See?
It's at Grant and Bush, but I swear that I'll go back, either alone or with someone who isn't completely chicken.
So we went to Grant & California, to Cathay House, which looks like it's been there forever.
It's like stepping into a stereotype. The "We speak German" sign in the entryway didn't do much to alleviate that. Can you imagine Ernst und Mitzi from Dusseldorf, wandering in there, and thinking to themselves, "Ja, this is Chinese culture alright, just the way we always imagined it would be." Everything inside is red and gold, including the round bar, forming a pod of booze within the restaurant itself. 
The potstickers were blazing, the almond chicken had too much celery, and there was a statue of a dog guarding the staircase to the decrepit men's room. 
Dirty, dirty dog. Fetch! Heel! Stop my mind from sweating! In all, a fantastic place for lunch.
It's at Grant and Bush, but I swear that I'll go back, either alone or with someone who isn't completely chicken.
So we went to Grant & California, to Cathay House, which looks like it's been there forever.
It's like stepping into a stereotype. The "We speak German" sign in the entryway didn't do much to alleviate that. Can you imagine Ernst und Mitzi from Dusseldorf, wandering in there, and thinking to themselves, "Ja, this is Chinese culture alright, just the way we always imagined it would be." Everything inside is red and gold, including the round bar, forming a pod of booze within the restaurant itself. The potstickers were blazing, the almond chicken had too much celery, and there was a statue of a dog guarding the staircase to the decrepit men's room. Dirty, dirty dog. Fetch! Heel! Stop my mind from sweating! In all, a fantastic place for lunch.
