Not the best choice for a middle-class, mixed race family, with dark skin. Fantastic atmosphere for affluent caucasians though. As we heard this place was crowded on Friday night, we arrived about 10 minutes after the doors opened to a short line of a handful of people. The restaurant at that point was only about 10% full. "How long do you plan on staying," was the first question the hostess asked us. Strange since she didn't ask any of the other people that. "I don't know, I guess until we're done eating," I replied. "Well, we need the table back as soon as possible" she said with a clenched smile. Then, a man in a suit and tie led us through the top floor of empty tables, downstairs through more empty tables all the way to the back corner of the room, one arm length from the service station and with a direct view of the dishwasher, who was busy clanging away with his task. There were a handful of white people at the good tables across the room. Our order was taken with a mask of forced civility cloaking an irritated disdain. As we ate, the room filled up and our corner became populated with the other undesirables not good enough for the visible areas. As we left, the restaurant was full and the visible areas stood out as conspicuously white with the brown people, the few that were there, lining the shadows. Mr. Wong leaves an unforgettable aftertaste.
