I wish I'd yelped first...seems like everyone else already knew it's a slumhole.
My Lesson Learned: If the shop says ""delivery delivery delivery, to go, delivery delivery"" on the outside, it's probably a bad idea to enter.
Hai Sun's moo shu has colonized my digestive tract, my entire body remains unhappy two days later...
I also saw a young male worker do an uncovered sneeze right in front of a big tray of iceberg lettuce (I can't fathom what a tray of lettuce was doing in the front anyway)...which means the only thing less nourishing than iceberg lettuce is dirrrty iceberg lettuce, ewww!
With the petty small hoisin sauce, the 4 tiny brittle pancakes, and my repeated requests just to get chopsticks, the $9 to go cost was just outrageous.
I wondered where the meat was - I thought it was all just filler (although I didn't notice any water chestnuts, which, other than whatever else that's hopefully run its course, would be my #1 food nemesis).
And no fortune cookie?? No memento by which I might remember you??
When I'd gone into the dimly lighted, poorly cleaned place for pick up, I tried to read the inspection card in the back left corner, but couldn't make it out without obvious prying ... and it was so dark I wouldn't have been able to read it anyway! Turns out some other folks did read it - and I totally believe that the card reads bad bad bad.
Hai Sun = Bad News, the newspaper version of which can be read in the washroom during recovery.