Three Gorges 3

The pad Thai was a let down. Not a lot of flavor and not spicy even though I asked for spicy. The staff was friendly, the place was clean, and they have a fish tank with interesting fish in it.

I was reluctant to try Three Gorges 3 after seeing bad Unilocal reviews.
However, we really felt like Chinese or Thai, & this business was most convenient to our address. The place was clean and most presentable, complete with an aquarium. Young woman who took my order was polite, & the Singapore Rice Noodle was beyond fantastic. Can’t wait to return!

Moved into the area recently and decided to try this place out. Their veggie lo mien is excellent along with the pu pu platter for 2. Their portions are very generous and delicious. They are always very friendly and fast. Definitely would come back again.

I’m live-​blogging my delivery experience here.
It’s Monday, 7pm. I’m in a hotel room that looks just like countless other hotel rooms I’ve been in, only this one is far from (not walk-​able) distance from anywhere. Bring it to me. The one Indian place that reports delivery really means they cater, so I’m already a bit disappointed, but I’ve called in my order to Three Gorges 3. It took three tries, but the call went through. I placed my order successfully (I think): Two eggrolls, small wonton soup, orange chicken. I have to ask for a total? $ 19.55 fine. «bye bye» I hang up realizing I did not get a delivery time estimate. And I ordered at peak time.
It is 7:05 pm, I’d prefer to eat now, but I can hold out and get some work done. Begin waiting.
8:01 knock on my hotel room door. A heavy brown bag of something is delivered by a polite, ashtray-​smelling man. The receipt on top indicates the order was correctly received; a good sign.
8:05 The food inside is correct and warm. The wonton soup doesn’t come with crispy wontons, but the wontons in the soup are big and meaty. The eggrolls aren’t very flavorful but I’m so hungry I am stuffing them into my face like a fat kid eating cake.
8:15 I’ve slowed down for a moment of rest before destroying a heap of sticky orange fried chicken chunks and white rice. House of Cards plays on my laptop screen. I pause and then inhale. Chicken, rice, sauce, I stop for a moment to savor, to search with my tongue. Nothing. They are all the same. No, they have distinct textures, but from whence? Who cares? It is all protein and carbs and fat and sugar and I have no patience for any of this. I gobble it all up.
9:01 Frank Underwood has just done something unimaginable on the screen. My belly protrudes into the hotel room. At least I’m not hungry any more, and I will sleep soundly. I have gambled, choosing between bland Chinese delivery and bland pizza delivery and the predictable outcome cannot be considered a disappointment.