I embarked upon my day after a wedding with a large party of dear friends, terribly hungover and in desperate need of salvation, only to find myself drawn as if by destiny itself into the welcoming embrace of Mei Wei; as I crossed the threshold, I was instantly captivated by the size and splendor of this particular establishment, the likes of which one might only hope to encounter in the most cherished corners of culinary heaven, a sacred temple of New England Chinese cuisine and familial warmth, the words "welcome home" seemed to ring in mind, iykyk. My day could not have taken a brighter, more restorative turn; I was immediately lifted far beyond the fog of the previous day's debauchery, into a radiant paradise from which I never wished to return. Their food and stiff drinks were exactly what the doctor ordered.
Drinks: sublime and properly stiff; food: nothing short of transcendent; service: left every expectation gloriously surpassed. The only thing sweeter than our time here was the endless cascade of flavor that danced across every dish and soothed every aching temple among us. Forward in every way; divine. The only thing fuller than my satisfaction were the generous portions, each more abundant and perfect than the last.
As for service, our servers displayed consummate professionalism and warmth, moving with the graceful efficiency of seasoned artists while radiating genuine care that made every guest feel like family, again, "welcome home". The large party with which I arrived was seated and served exceptionally quickly, our every need anticipated and fulfilled with effortless precision. The children who assembled the devices from which lesser establishments might stumble could scarcely dream of the polished attentiveness we received, hand and foot, throughout the afternoon, but I digress.
To speak of the space, we walked away from here with the glowing, cherished remnants of our hopes and dreams lifted high upon our hearts. The stellar small town, family owned and operated New England Chinese food restaurant ambiance was only rivaled by the quality of the food and our overall experience. They served us dozens of hot and sour soups, each more exquisite than the last, and eventually presented a magnificent scorpion bowl brimming with that same perfect hot and sour soup, crowned with a flaming topper of Bacardi 151 that lit the table like the Beacons of Minas Tirith, and believe me, Gondor called for aid.
If I could are this fine establishment higher, I would.
Also, the parking was perfectly sufficient. read more