Ping

I watched Ping with interest as it was built -- the unfinished wood outside making a modern facade on an otherwise mainstreet USA kind of street in Shirlington. My first visit, I didn't make it past the hostess stand as a mean Russian lady (in an Asian Restaurant) curtly tried to shove us to a table. We abruptly declined and I boycotted the place until Friday when an overly lively Guapos next door forced a last minute dinner decision elsewhere. We settled on Ping. While also lively and filled, we didn't have to wait for a table. My only complaint for the evening was the heater under the table was cooking me so Louis kindly switched seats with me. My other Table companions were Rudy and Elliott. Our service was very good. Our Catholic waiter was knowledgeable and expeditions, but not overly expeditious where we felt we were being shoved out the door. I had the honey chicken. It used to be if it had mangos, it was my sure menu choice. Today, it's honey. As with most 'Chinese' food, it filled the hole, but tasted mostly like any other Chinese dish I'd had in the past. I will say the purposely cold and fresh green beans were very tasty. Ping is a little cousin of the Charlie Chang restaurants. I'm not a fan of chains, nor am I a fan of restaurants with sports playing on TVs over the bar -- but I think this one has earned a space on my "I feel like Chinese" list of restaurants. And if I'm in a rush -- there was the take out option with its own entrance, averting any further possible interaction with a mean Russian lady.