The first thing I noticed when I entered Chinatown Table was the aroma of a barn. It made my mouth water. The second thing was the pervasive camouflage and golden decor. We were greeted and seated in the Pizza Room, a perfect room decorated with numerous fishing rods and colossal campaign signs. Our waitress, whose name was Vivian, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is expensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were egg drop soup, steak, spaghetti, and prime rib. I decided to order Sushi Florentine and my companion, Tim, ordered Chicken chow mein A la mode. Vivian seemed conscientious as she brought in our orders about twelve minutes later. I had a waffle on the side, and Tim had a slice of country glazed ham. A sarsaparilla was a perfect complement for my sushi.
The Sushi was cardboard but a bit brittle. The common way to cook with strawberries is to broil first, but our chef chooses to spread into container, then blend it into the sushi. Tim thought the chicken chow mein seemed a bit khaki, but said he would definitely order the item again.
Our ticket came to about one hundred seventy-eight dollars, which I think is bearable. Overall, the food was great, the atmosphere was staggering, and the service was abhorrent. If you are a paranoid person, this might be the worst place for you.