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Great for large groups or family meals if you’re okay spending $20+ per person for Panda Express -level foods.
Old Peking tried to kill me and pitted my friends against me.
I walked in here wanting to try the other Chinese places around Moscow. I did live above Friendship square and had tried Hong Kong, frequented Chang Tsing and was neutral about Li’s. One Friday night I convinced my friends to deviate from our normal evening at Chang Tsing and try Old Peking on Main. The menu differed and so I was forced to be adventurous. I got what they call the bachelor special or something like that, it was similar to Chang Tsing’s dinner combos and allowed me to test several things in one meal. I got the Sweet & Spicy Pork with the Cashew Chicken, egg drop soup and fried rice.
The egg drop soup was like chicken noodle soup… with out the chicken or the noodles. It had bits of peas and carrots and the egg in it was grey. They had also added a lot of salt. Yeah it was bad.
The fried rice was this yellow hue and it indeed was fried, but I don’t remember there being any egg in it at all, they had also added salt to it. Not terrible, but bad.
Sweet and Sour Pork, was passable even though the pork was tough and the sweet and sour sauce was very mediocre.
And now for the part of the dish that killed me and alienated me from my friends. The cashew chicken. It was dreadful, I honestly cant describe it. The only thing I can think of is that they served me pieces of chicken fat or undone chicken it was tender but it did not taste like chicken. Thinking it was it was a fluke I tried another morsel of chicken. Nope. Here I was desperate to have some variety in my life and so I tried once more with little hope in my mind that this would become the Chinese place of choice. Done with the plate, I offered some of the chicken to my other friends around the table, they looked at me with pained eyes as they managed to struggle through their different dishes.
What temporary lapse of judgment went through my head next would cause years of criticism, “Maybe I just don’t like it because it’s not my thing I’ll offer it to my friend Walter. He has an Iron stomach, loves all Chinese food and will eat anything.” So I got a to-go box. The rest of my evening was filled with dreadful burps reminding me of the monstrosity I had just consumed.
The following morning I had a knock on my apartment door with a frantic Walter demanding what he had done to deserve this fate. He thought I had poisoned him and he’s never let me live it down.
Truthfully, it is partially my fault. I had the right and even the grounds for complaining about my food and ordering something new, instead I left giving no feedback so that they could improve or even knew what they did was wrong.