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This tasty Chinese haven may have taken decorating tips from the guy who didn’t get the set decorating job on Miami Vice, but, luckily for its patrons, the cooks are as masterful as Miami is cheesy. If you can take the stinky, depressing walk through the Chinatown landscape, and don’t mind a special insect friend or two in the bathroom, take a stroll to the only place in all of downtown where the waiters wear tuxes and speak English almost as well as the cab driver who dropped you nowhere near Division Street. One reviewer warns, “Watch out for the massive MSG hangovers that may result from a good gorging.” [MF]
27 Division St. (bet. Bowery & Market St.)