DIRTY, SMELLY & DEEP FRIED, JUST LIKE IAN SCHRAGER'S LIVER
If you've ever wondered where all the garbage from Chinatown ends up, dining at Wakya might provide a critical clue. We tried a broad variety of dishes, starting with an awful smelling "bang-bang" chicken that had obviously gone bad. Their dumplings were tough and chewey- someone needs to teach the chef how to properly microwave frozen food. The "ma po" tofu was a bowl of ketchup and corn syrup sprinkled with powdered ginger and nutmeg. The vegetarian peking duck and the lobster were so deep fried they would make a street fair blush. In fact, they only thing that wasnt deep fried in some cheap hydrogenated oil were the dumplings. As for portions, I'm guessing that by "family size" the staff was refering to the Carpenters.
The serious, dignified service added a touch of irony to what was otherwise culinary shock. I just cant imagine that a New York restaurant could be THIS POOR.
The only positive thing I can say is that little shiny black plates perfectly matched the shiny black toilets- an nice and appropriate thematic touch. The only thing missing was a role of toilet paper at the table.
Pros: Waiters were fast and looked like they showered.
Cons: SHOCKINGLY poor food. Deep fried, state, smelly slop.