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There is a place in SF called the House of Nan King. It is a small dumpy chinese restaurant with a technicolor sign out front, but its always packed.
It is the one restaurant I have been to that I was thoroughly impressed. It had been built up all week by a friend visiting so I figured it would be good, but nothing super special.
It is cool cause if you let it slip you haven't been there before, the owner comes and takes away your menus and won't let you order. He just keeps bringing food on out. Even things I don't normally eat (like mushrooms) were crazy good. And its not very expensive either.
Only downside is its sorta dingy, but that is part of the charm I guess.
Oh yeah, and once he found out we had never been there before, he never said another word the whole time. He would periodically come by and look at us, and give a questioning thumbs up sign. We would nod, then he would nod knowingly, wink, and walk away.
Wonderful.
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