I've seen plenty of mixed reviews on here, and while this is a review of Ping Pong, and not a review of Yelp reviewers, can I just remind everyone that mixed reviews deserve two to three stars, not five, and perhaps a four if you just had one minor complaint. But be more discriminate with those five stars y'all, you only live once! ;-)
Anyway, about Ping Pong. I've lived in this neighborhood for six months now, but even before moving into East Lakeview, I had visited a friend here and walked by the place often, wondering how in God's name something trying to be so uber-hip could have landed flat down on North Broadway sandwiched between a candy store, a tanning salon, and other less raucous restaurants. And with no booze permit!
Well, now they have the booze permit, and it is expanded, and I think we've all begun to get used to the fact that Ping Pong, for better or for worse, is here to stay. Let's look at some highlights of the decor. Can we say cute waiters? And the interior is a little too trendy if you ask me, but then again, this is what their shtick is, so who am I to judge? I suppose if it were less gaudy and more refined, business would probably tumble. I don't understand why the music must be so loud, or the movies projecting onto the walls, and hopefully come summer when they open the doors the noise level will diffuse to the outside. Right now the din of the room rises so much that you can't even hear yourself think, let alone talk to your table without screaming.
Yes, it's true the staff is a little on the bitchtastic side, but I think the issue here is that they can't hear you just as much as you can't hear anything. Now imagine having to deal with every table in such a way, and now imagine that they are waiters and probably would rather not be doing what they're doing for a living either, or at least were doing too much drinking and coke snorting the night before. I've found that the best way to get your waiter to be polite here, and maybe even get a smile, is to be a little sassy back. This is Boystown after all.
For example, when our waiter brought us our main courses, my friend reminded him that he had ordered brown, not white, rice, and so the waiter turned to me and asked if I too would prefer brown rice, even though he had on his tray two white rice bowls ready. I asked, "Would that be a pain in the ass?" His reply, somewhat snarky: "Yes." Rather than shying away, I remembered to be a little more rude than usual in return, and said, "In that case, bring me brown rice." Instead of getting pissed, the waiter got a big smile on his face as if I had said I was going to make out with him later, and proceeded to go get our brown rice. So don't go overboard, and certainly have a sense of timing and style, but by all means return some of the "poor attitude and service" to the floor staff, and like the Blob they will absorb your negativity and refuel their happy-charge in some sadistic, primordial way.
The food is pretty decent. Don't listen to the guy who says that it tastes like cardboard. I think that guy probably lost his salivary glands and is pissed at the world. And what's really cool is that the dishes are very unique. You won't find regular Chinese dishes here, so be a little experimental. The Ping Pong chicken with walnuts is good, as is the seafood Noodle Soup, the calamari, and many of the appetizers.
It is too loud, and the wait can be a little atrocious. But isn't that a sign of goodness? It's a fun place, that's for sure, and not a good place to take your grandparents. Also, I've seen some kids in here before, but found that very confusing. There is just something "adult" to me about Ping Pong. Great people watching, I suppose. And no, do not order delivery. It isn't as good, from my experience, and I live next door. read more