I've traveled a bit in my younger days and I've had some pretty foul meals in the back of beyond. Weeks and weeks living on taro in New Guinea with maybe a bit of rat or lizard the dog brought in. But I have a new winner.
I decided the time had come to try Wo Hop. I couldn't claim to know about Chinatown without trying the most famous restaurant there. So down the staircase I went. Five o'clock and every seat was taken. I waited on line. The waiters seated me at the first table that came free, a four-top, even though there was a party of four behind me. A rare kindness. I should add that service was excellent. Though overworked, they found time to bring me water and whatever else I asked for immediately. The ambiance was really cool. I wanted to love this place, and I was hoping for excellent renditions of American Chinese classics.
I ordered squid in black bean sauce, which I love. And out it came, squid floating in lake of brown glop, like flotsam on the muddy banks of a fetid bayou. The taste was indescribably foul. I thought the squid had putrefied. It's hard to tell but I'm pretty sure it was the sauce. It took so much will power to eat each bite.
They have photos on the wall, head shots of people I've never seen before. Maybe if you finish every bit of your food, they let you put your photo on the wall. I will never know if this is true, because I didn't qualify.
17 Mott Street (downstairs)
see also my post http://www.chowhound.com/topics/302791 -- the first paragraph of which was written about Wo Hop.