Shun Xing Restaurant — Restaurant in Belvedere Park

The name of the store had changed. The food is nothing like that of Shun Xing anymore. The last time I got food from here was about three months ago, and the fried rice was dry, clumpy, had no vegetables, and was unseasoned. The fried chicken wings were old and reheated. One way to know if you have old chicken is the dry looking bones, and there's no juices coming from the meat. The portion size is smaller than that of Shun Xing. That "food" was bought for me. The original management of Shun Xing changed years ago, around year 2010. It's been downhill since then. I don't know why this terrible-food-having place is still open. Do you chew your food and taste it? If yes, you won't ever come back here. I haven't. Creating the menu choices from here isn't rocket science but does require a little patience and knowledge. Chinese brand soy sauces like kikkoman and pearl River and other items give a more authentic Chinese-restaurant taste; don't buy store brands like Publix. Plus, your food will taste and look better. My family's usual was braised chicken wings with pork fried rice and pepper oil. I learned to cook this at home. What is served here is inferior to what I cook and what you can cook. Inside the store was usually clean, even the bathroom. I have used the bathroom under the former management. There is no delivery here, but only take-out and dine in. It's weird that this place...

Never Again. These “Donuts” Were a Cry for Help.

I don’t know what I walked into, but this restaurant needs to be investigated—immediately. I ordered Chinese donuts thinking I was about to treat myself to something golden, warm, and fluffy. Instead, I got a box of deep-fried disappointment sprinkled with regret.

These donuts looked like hush puppies that lost their way and stumbled into a bag of dollar-store powdered sugar. The sugar wasn’t even trying—it just kinda dusted the middle like it got tired halfway through. Half of them looked like they’d been sat on, the other half looked puffed with false confidence. Not a single one was the same size, like they were fighting for individuality in a fryer.

They were shaped like couch cushions that had been through a breakup—lumpy, dry, and emotionally unstable. One bite in and I started questioning my life choices. I swear they tasted like the fryer oil had trauma. Chewy in a way that made me wonder if I was being punished for something.

The whole place had the vibe of “we tried.” The food was bland, the service was nonchalant, and the only thing seasoned was my growing regret. The donuts didn’t melt in your mouth—they argued with your teeth. I came for comfort food and left with trust issues.

Save yourself the trip. If you’re craving Chinese donuts, go somewhere that knows the difference between dessert and...

I've been coming here for a while ........ that being said over the years the quality has left the building.

My last experience was just that MY LAST!!!!!

If they were option for negative stars this would be it

Both restrooms were out of order and locked. Can anyone tell me how does the staff wash their hands?

They were re-frying chicken to heat it up. ....... the chicken tasted like it was from last night.

The Rice ..... again taste like it was from last week and reheated. Old rice has a bland taste. I tried to dr. it up with soy sauce and duck sauce but that did not work.

We also ordered the shrimp with mixed vegetables and the chicken with broccoli both had chicken fried rice. The chicken had a texture as if it came out of a jar like pickled pigs feet with a sour overtone to match. The shrimp was sour as well.

The eggrolls taste just like fried bread dipped in Old grease. The inside of the egg rolls were bled through with the red dye from the imitation pork.

But don't worry the inner bled through contents was tasteless, .....dye and all.

Needless to say I'm worried what tonight will be like on the toilet.

Stay away or dine at your own peril ...