The actual name of this place is my灶 but it translates to “My Kitchen” which is why I put it in the title. I don’t generally eat at these types of family restaurants when I travel because I’m typically traveling alone and not eating with large groups of people. However, my cousin brought me out with her family and this was the place they chose. Eating with locals is the best way to eat, because it means you can lean back and let them do all the work. My only job is to eat whatever they order and hopefully like it. Which is pretty easy for me, because I’m a fat disgusting dinosaur that pretty much loves everything I put in my mouth. I mean, wait, that sounds gross. You know what I mean.
I couldn’t tell you what was ordered, because I don’t know what was ordered. Like I said, my aunt and uncle took care of all the logistics of acquiring the food, I just shoveled it into my mouth like the fatty that I am. Overall, it tasted like good Chinese food. Nothing stood out as particularly amazing, but nothing was gross either. And that’s exactly how I like my Chinese food: not gross.