There was a soap opera playing itself out on a large screen to amuse the diners. I bet they are fighting over a guy.
The pictures on the wall showed asian cuisine of all types, but this place wasn't that flash to have everything they displayed.
I'd also just picked up a copy of Snake Fang Salad by Greg Elms and was inspired by the beautiful shot of steaming dumplings on the front cover. I was so hungry I was licking the pictures.
The choices were simple, a hint of Malaysian and Indo influence, and the prices were cheap.
I ordered the plainest, simplest most medicinal item on the menu - a wonton noodle soup, $8.50.
The wontons were peppery and chewy, and the broth had the restorative quality needed. The soup itself wasn't mind blowing, magical or magnificent, but on that afternoon it was all I could have asked for.