Divas at Dynasty

When my friend from home came to visit this week, Katie and I knew exactly where to take him for lunch, our favorite local Chinese restaurant, Dynasty. We have had nothing less than great experiences there and personally, I was craving a hearty chow mien. When we arrived we received excellent service as we were the only customers in the restaurant.  Ordering was easy, the waitress eagerly scribbled our orders on her nifty pink pad and disappeared to the back. I started off with an order of vegetarian spring rolls. When my plate of fried vegetable goodness arrived at the table, I instantly grabbed one and bit into it; however, my anxiousness got the best of me and my fried goodness turned into the devil's hand scraping at the roof of my mouth. While Greg and Katie sat back and laughed at my misery, I chugged my water determined not to waste a single bite. After letting the rest cool, I politely chowed down on the remaining three spring rolls, savoring every bite of the greasy vegetables wrapped in the perfectly fried shell. Next out were Katie and Greg's pork pot stickers which the sight and smell of had me questioning my last five and a half years as a vegetarian. They were shaped perfectly plump, and obviously cooked for just the right amount of time. The flat side was the well done, but not too well done shade of brown and when broken into the tasty pink mess of meat and vegetables spilled out.  Watching my friends devour their pot stickers made my mouth water. The next item brought out was a meat dish as well, mu-shoo chicken. I grudgingly glared at Katie and Greg as the steaming hot plates of rice pancakes and the greasy chicken and vegetable mixture were placed on the table. I was seriously regretting not insisting that we order vegetable as opposed to chicken. Lesson learned. Next out was the big daddy, the whole reason I insisted on eating at Dynasty, the chow mien. As the waitress carried it out I could hear the hallelujah chorus and see the heavenly lights shining down on it. The noodles were the picture of perfection, and the ratio of noodles to vegetables was just right. After serving myself a hefty portion, I graciously offered Katie and Greg the plate but they could sense my inner threats that they better not dare come between me and my chow mien. The noodles were greased so well that they just slid right down my throat as I continuously shoveled them into my mouth. This was the best lunch I had eaten in a long time and I was going to make the best of it. Finally the last plate came out, which was Greg and Katie's steamed rice with orange chicken, which they both thoroughly enjoyed. I'm sure it was delicious but frankly I was too preoccupied with my chow mien to even notice their reactions. I am confident that every dish on the Dynasty menu is nothing less than delicious, so I can say that you will never leave this restaurant dissatisfied.