A man hovering near the register waved a piece of orange chicken as I walked past him in the food court. Joke's on him, because I came to eat anyway. I ordered the beef and broccoli and some chicken dish. For my starch, I ordered lo mein with a suspicion that perhaps Nori Japan and Master Wok shared the same product. This was unfounded - the noodles at Master Wok were thinner, closer to lo mein such that I don't need to qualify it as "lo mein," and heavily flavored with soy sauce and oil. A lot of oil on everything, actually, making the meal feel heavy and sweet in the way only the worst Americanized Chinese restaurants can feel.
My chicken whatever was pretty tough, which can happen when these meals are sitting in their hotel pans under lights all day. That they opened less than an hour before I ate is probably inconsequential. Nori Japan gets a few points for being one of only a handful of Japanese restaurants in town, but there's better versions of these Chinese places everywhere, and committing yourself to lunching on Master Wok's cheap heap of calories will lead to a bloated, uncomfortable afternoon of regret. I know from experience. read more