(In my cups I took this down last night, too close to the sarky givings out of a man that isn't me. However, Andrew spotted it in his feed reader and concurs with my appraisal, so back up it goes. I'm taking out the Paulo Tullio reference though.)
If you want balls of fat served in tissue paper - go there.
If you want a shcatter of beansprouts deep fried in crap and renamed a spring roll - go there.
If you're looking for globules of diarrhoea masquerading as a satay sauce - yeah.
If you order the crispy chilli chicken and boiled rice - fuck, I'm out of words.
This is supposedly Dublin's best Chinese restaurant.
I'm not fussy, but the shit we got served was just insulting. Insulting. I'm a generous tipper but fuck if I didn't gather up the coppers after that effluent.