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I first ate at House of Chen back in the year 2001, on a trip with some friends that had eaten there in years past. And it was easily the best Chinese food I had ever had. The decor was nice, the service was great, and they did this thing where they would line up these glasses of water in a semicircle, and pour water into it with a pitcher filled with small slices of lemon. The waiter would then fill the glasses of water in one fell swoop, and somehow, each glass would have exactly two pieces of lemon in it.
So let's fast forward nine years. My friends and I had not been to House of Chen since 2001, and it had become a place of legend in our minds, in our hearts, and in our stomachs. I was visiting them in Buffalo, NY. Nostalgia had us Google the establishment. Uh-oh. It wasn't House of Chen anymore, it had rebranded itself as Chen's of Cranberry. The restaurant had been remodeled. We debated endlessly, wondering if things were different, and so we called. We called and we found out that the restaurant had only been renovated, that it was still owned and managed by the same people, and that the food was allegedly the same.
With that knowledge, we planned a three hour road trip from Buffalo, NY to Pittsburgh, PA. Our official mission was to frequent the Ikea there, because one of our company had just moved into a new house and so needed house type stuff. But deep in our hearts, we knew our true goal: to once again dine at House of Chen.
We were afraid. Not having eaten there for almost a decade, the restaurant had achieved a somewhat mythical status in our heads. And we were afraid that returning would ruin it. In sort of the same manner that if you watched the cartoons we loved so much as a kid, we would hate them. (Side note, do NOT watch Voltron on Hulu if you loved Voltron as a child.) Returning was a big risk to take. We didn't want to ruin the past. And after a long day of driving and Ikea-ing we arrived. The placed looked about the same as it did in my memory. The koi pond was still there. So far so good. The inside was drastically different, but passable. We ordered. No waiter pouring lemon slices into our water glasses with precision. We started to worry. And the food arrived.
And all of our fears were set aside. All was right in the world. The food was as good as we remembered. Quality ingredients, friendly wait staff, great presentation, and reasonably priced for quality food. The waitress who served us listened to our story and was quite surprised that we had driven so far down to eat there. In fact, during the said meal, I actually paused to text friends to let them know I was at House of Chen and that the food was still incredible. And I even posted pictures to Facebook to share with everyone of the triumph of the soul that we had achieved that night.
A year has passed since the last time we had eaten there, and now I live in Boston. But at the end of this summer, we all are planning to return to House of Chen. read more