Chef Hsu

Korean owned Chinese. Most of patronage WAS Korean, I’m not sure now. First time I came here I was in heaven. The fried rice came out sizzling. It was the best fried rice I had ever had. Their Mongolian Beef and Orange Chicken were both top notch dishes. My husband was in a rebah hospital down the street, so we ate at this place often (not drugs, but rather physical rehab after stroke). We even came out here to eater after we was released from the hospital. In this time, we started noticing two things. First was that their food seemed to be slowly going downhill. Second is that their previously bustling patronage was dwindling down. Hardly anybody was coming to eat anymore. Coincidence? I think not. Follow the Asians I say! A few months later, hubby was back in the rehab, so I grabbed us some food from here (Hospital food at Health South had gone downhill as well) The food was so spicy hot that we could not eat it. I called the place to complain. I was really pissed off. It was a cold and rainy night and I didn’t want to go back out in that (especially being disabled and exhausted from hubby’s medical problems). She told us they’d give us free food the next time we came in. We ate all the fried rice and tried to scrap off the hot sauce from the food. We dropped by with the hubby after his release to get our free food. I specifically told the young Mexican waiter «NO PEPPERS». You know what came back? yeah… peppers… he told us «well those are nothing, if you dint have those in there it will be tasteless». It was edible, but that’s not the point. what if we were allergic dumb-​ass? Now I’m pro immigration. I do understand the Mexican workforce is the back bone of the restaurant. However, when you have a Mexican who is making everything taste like Mexican food. well. something is wrong. Then came the last time we visited them. I thought I smelled something funny, but upon a few bites my fears were confirmed. They had served us «off» chicken. If I can smell it with all the spices and breading, then I know they smelled it as well. If they could not smell it, they need to find a different job. I complained to the management who looked befuddled (everybody just thinks you’re trying to get a free meal) Like an idiot, I paid for the two meals and left. I should have refused to pay, but my husband had died the month before. I could not handle the stress any more.

Note: This location of Chef Hsu is inside Super G Mart to the left-​rear side of the store. Super G Mart is formerly known as Assi Plaza.
Wanting a light lunch… well at least I planned to have a light lunch, but they didn’t have smaller lunch portions.
I went with Ja Jang Myun, the noodles in the black bean sauce. I should have just ordered one and split it with my friend, but noooooo. It was so tasty that I ate it all up. Me and my greed… sigh. I ended up falling in and out of sleep in my afternoon class.
Oh yeah, the food. The black bean noodle sauce was pretty smooth as in kinda oily so you can just slurp up them noodles. It also contained quite a bit of diced up veggies like oinions, cucumbers, and some others that I can barely remember since they were in the dark sauce. For all I know I could have eaten some mystery food, but if it’s that tasty, I don’t wanna know. Ha! Meat content (beef) in the sauce was pretty decent. If I wasn’t so full I would have wanted to get a bowl of rice to put in the left over sauce! (Many Koreans do this if they’re really hungry.)
My noodles also came with a side of that yellow colored pickled radish and sliced onions. I’m not a fan of the pickled radish, but pour some vinegar onto the sliced onions and dip in the black soy bean sauce and it’s great! Of course, the obligatory banchan (side-​dish) of kimchi was there, but it was gingery; kimchi I don’t mind, but the ginger not so much, bleh.
I think they had bottled drinks in a cooler, but they have roasted corn tea in the big orange water cooler. If you haven’t had it before, try some! It’s supposed to be a good aid for digestion.