The number one reason why I’m glad I don’t live or work near Chinatown:
I read about Kim Tuong restaurant on Midtown Lunch shortly before getting off the Governor’s Island ferry yesterday afternoon. I hadn’t eaten anything since the night before. It was hot, humid, and I was sweaty and tired. I wanted something to eat. I wanted something cheap.
$3 dollars for your choice of roast pork or chicken, rice, and veggies? Perfect.
Meat master chopping up the orders.
Crispy, fatty goodness.