Iron Wok

It was a crisp Monday morning in Chinatown. As the the clouds grew in size and darkened in color, I decided that it would be a good idea to take shelter. This was for the simple reason that I did not wish to be wettened on that particular day. As I looked for a good building in which to take temporary residence, I noticed what looked like an ordinary food court. As I was soon to learn, however, this establishment is nothing but ordinary. After experiencing some trouble opening the heavy metal doors, I entered the eccentricly tiled food court. I immediately spotted a small, Asian looking restaurant, with the large "Iron Wok" logo seperating it from the rest of the businesses in the area. I approached the counter, at which I was met by an amiable, although somewhat socially awkward, young man. As I ordered my food, was shocked by the genuine concern this employee showed in making sure that my order was done exactly as I wished it to be done. After a quick five minute wait, I was to receive a meal from the heavens. My orange chicken turned out to be the single best meal I had ever consumed in my lifetime. The moment the crispy crust of the chicken began to scrape against against my teeth, I knew that I had found something special. It took me a mere two minutes to finish the delicous meal, but it felt like an entire lifetime. This lunch was the star that brightened my day, my week, and will continue to brighten the remainder of my time on this world. 10/10 highly recommend.