China Town — Restaurant in Provo

At home my family doesn’t talk to each other. Dad will make a comment about work at the dinner table. As soon as she sets the food out, Mom immediately starts cleaning dishes. When she’s taken a few bites, my sister slumps from chair to TV. I’ll watch them; eat; sometimes try to speak, but either everyone’s gone, or I cough on the words.

Occasionally, once in a while, we’ll get Chinese take-out. Mom will call and pass around a paper menu that we circle our dishes on until it gets back to her, for the order. Two will drive to pick it up while the others stay and clean the table; declutter the kitchen. When they’re back we assort the white boxes like ornaments on the black marble island and guess which contains what. We’ll unhook the lids to thick steam that dots our foreheads from looking in. We’ll dish out until ready, smiling at each other, excited to eat.

The dinner table will remain quiet besides the sound of us plowing chopsticks full of rice, chicken, noodles, beef, in our mouths--or near it; sweat still on our faces. We’ll fill our plates and bowls again and again till rice speckles the table and our hands rest across our stomachs. Someone will yawn. Another will laugh. The glow of the overhead kitchen lamp lays warmly over our laps. And in this moment without words we stay together as if we’d never leave. Until one of us does.

This place is amazing. Its food, quality, service . . . all top-notch. This restaurant has the power to bring others together in communion unlike many others can.

I’ll be coming here again, and again. And recommending it to those who need it, even if they don’t care...

I'm usually easy-to-please. I go to restaurants because I don't want to cook, not for some transcendental adventure in cuisine. I don't think I've ever given anything rating online in my life, but I came here in somewhat of a revelation born from outrage over the incredible injustice prevailing at Chinatown Restaurant.

The food was so god awfully unpalatable. To the point where it didn't offend my taste, but was also not super enthused about keeping it down my gullet. I contemplated buying Ipecac, because every bite I took, I felt more forlorn, like I was falling deeper into exponentially growing sorrow and insatiability. My only reservation about regurgitating my meal was that I would be forced to taste it again.

We were seated immediately, but only because we were one of two tables being waited. Nevertheless, we received sparse treatment from our unenthusiastic waitress.

And furthermore, all the while, we had to suffer through what we can only presume to be the owner's fussy child practicing piano from the back room. It was cacophonous catastrophe.

In the end, we paid way too much for way too much food, because the menu was way too confusing. And after it all, I felt pity for them because they have to endure this seemingly endless road construction that is strangling their business. But they didn't really deserve my pity. I was so depressed from the state of affairs, a dark cloud of melancholy pervaded my retreat home. And now I'm so much further from where I thought I was, trying to figure out the...

DO NOT GO HERE. THE DELIVERY GUY CHARGES YOU MORE THEN THEY SHOULD!!! I normally really like this place but last week when i ordered food it was a huge mistake. I called and placed an order for delivery, The lady i spoke with said it would take about 40 minutes. I waited well over an hour and when the guy finally got here he called and and was screaming at me to come open the door or he was going to leave( I was at work and we keep the doors locked at all times) so i told him id be right there to open the door. I only left him a 2 dollar tip due to the fact he was way late and rude. He said to me "two dollars? are you kidding me?" I began to tell him why. When i got inside and opened my food, All the sauce was spilling out like my food had been tipped over for a while. I ordered lo main with the soft noodles but they were hard. All my food was cold. Also every dish i ordered tasted horrible. Like i said before i normally really like this place but i figured they had a bad day and i let it go. About two days later i checked me bank transactions and saw that the delivery guy had charged me 10 dollars more that he should have! I know this because the woman told me the total over the phone and when i signed the receipt. I am very disappointed with China Town and hopefully that guy gets fired. needles to say they lost a customer because i will never be ordering food from this place ever again and i suggest you...