Sometimes you just don’t want to let a restaurant go. Sure, it hasn’t really lived up to what it could be, and yes, there are places objectively worthier of your concern and hope. Even so, you want good things for this one restaurant. You keep an eye on it.
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Xing has been open for about a year now, but has until recently seemed to us like a puzzling underperformer on its bustling stretch of 9th Avenue in Hell’s Kitchen. By rights, this is where a quirky, neo-Asian bistro with entrées in the mid-teens and an extensive special cocktail menu ought to thrive. But there was that old menu… not bad in theory, but never really very compelling. So when the former chef parted ways with the restaurant and new chef Lulzim Rexhepi (introduced to us as ‘Lou’) came on the payroll, we hoped for a little change.
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Downstairs is a blogger, as a matter of fact every time you see a little improvement on Augieland it is because she has helped. She also loves to eat, which is probably what brought us so close to begin with. Being a blogger and a foodie, Downstairs has ended up in the enviable to some position of editing the food section of a rather well respected blog here in Gotham. Every now and then this gets her invited to a press event and sometimes, if I haven’t recently berated her for some ill-conceived notion about goat cheese or tannin in red wine, she is kind enough to bring me along.
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When you get a craving for Chinese food, it is usually a ravenous need for the take-out stuff, not the fusion-laced plates of frizzle-topped fare of China Grill, Asia de Cuba, or Tao. Sure, they all do a nice job, but they dress it up too much, flourishing it with flavors from places outside China’s borders, drizzling it with neon-colored squeeze bottle sauces and often serving it with an alphabetically arranged collection of couture dipping sauces. Look, it’s all good, but it’s not the sort of Chinese that speaks to your gut. It’s not that carton of cold sesame noodles, beef with broccoli, or General Tso’s Chicken with extra sauce that you pace around your apartment for, counting the 13.5 minutes that you know it will take from the time you hang up your receiver until the downstairs buzzer rings.
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