Chinatown Express used to be my Mandu -- as in the place I made sure went at least once a week. (Not that I don't still love it).
I've always found the service here to be really nice, sometimes a few tries for questions, but I've never had an order messed up. They do bring food out whenever it's ready, not when everyone can eat together. But hey--your entree is as fresh as it gets and costs $5.95, so no use in complaining about something like timing.
Not much of an atmosphere, but the restaurant can accomodate larger groups easily and the food is excellent. Chinatown Express has very tasty dumplings with delicious ginger & scallion garnish. I really recommend the freshly made noodles either in soup form or fried if you happen to be in there on your lunch. It's made fresh and ready in 10 minutes or less. If you go a couple times a week like I did because I work in the area, the woman at the front (I think she's an owner) tells you to take a free soda.
But the real treat here is the lobster. If you and your companions have $22.50 in your collective pockets you can get a whole lobster that someone takes out of the tank up front and hauls off to its fate in the kitchen in back. The lobster comes in two styles. We ordered the ginger scallion style. It's also covered in butter.
And now the tasty legs story:
December 1, 2006 was World AIDS day and the day before Laila took the LSATs. Alex had basically not slept for a week planning the action in front of the White House with 500 activists, some dressed up as pill bottles, doctors, and syringes (see www.dcfightsback for cool & funny photos of both events). 23 activists were arrested and needed to be bailed out, which DCFB did the same day. He hadn't eaten all day and was completely strung out from hunger and fatigue. I had been studying for months for the LSAT, but really intensely that week. I was at the point where I did not give a damn what the flaw in Roger's argument was or what Christy presumes in making her statement about American made automobiles or how many ways I could arrange a radio station's schedule. Obviously, I hadn't eaten either. I finally decide that I can study no more as the sun is starting to set, and scramble out the door to meet Alex in time for the candlelight vigil that followed the action and for some much-needed dinner.
We fumble our way into Chinatown Express after the day is over and sit at one of the tables across from the crab and lobster tanks. One crab stands apart from all the others. A pile of crabs fearfully huddles in the back corner except for this one, claws up, right in front of the tank.
Alex, who is facing the tank, says, "Look Laila, that one's dancing!"
I turn bleary-eyed to look and I look back at him grinning. Alex holds up his arms imitating the crab, starts waving them back and forth, pinching, and says, "He's singing (the crab) 'I've got tasty legs, I've got tasty legs (calypso beat here)!' He's wants someone to eat him...." We, totally slappy with lack of calories, burst into laughs.
While we're still laughing, a waitress comes over to the tank, swiftly plucks the dancing crab out of the tank, and takes him back to the kitchen on a plate.
The end!
But all joking aside, Chinatown express has some great stuff to bite into for very little money if you're in the neighborhood. read more