Thank God for North Park, which has three branches just a stone’s throw away from one another along the said road. The bright blue and yellow lights were almost enough to satiate our hunger. Of course, nobody could resist the real thing: yang chow fried rice, king dao spare ribs, and vinegared tofu.
We were there until 5-ish (and this was in the morning), and after wolfing down all our orders, hunger was no longer a recognizable word. I wish more resto options could keep the same hours!