It's interesting that this street has so many pairs of closely-named restaurants that compete with each other. I thought we were going to Dong Bei Ren Jia, but instead we ended up at its rival up the street (12 Upper Cross Street). Admittedly I didn't care that much for the food. That laziji-sijidou combo above was probably the best thing that we had, followed by an eggplant dish that they sliced into long strips and hung up like laundry. I didn't care that much for their chuanr nor the other stuff that we had. But the point was just to get food into our bellies.
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