Really good, really simple Sichuan dishes served by a one-man-show from Beijing, who knows his way around a dining room, can tell the hell out of a dirty joke and quote poetry.
Most of the Sichuan dishes, despite being made by a Beijing hooligan that claims to have learned to cook last month and not a fancy Sichuanese chef, are possibly better than most Sichuan restaurants in town can pull off. There are also some way up north comfort foods, like doufunaor, on the bizarrely formatted multi-booklet menu, too.
I admit the combination of north and south kinda suggests one of those crappy JADE RIVER GARDEN DRAGON PALACE: Beijing and Szechwan Cuisine. But, nah, it's more like a chilled out neighborhood place in Beijing. Complete with a soundtrack of Beijinghua rap and socialist anthems.
This is the place I was waiting for. It's really simple food served in an informal setting, with a steady flow of cheap beer. I wish it was in Richmond.
Another Chowhounder and I spent about six hours here last night. And I hope he'll drop some pictures.
It's at 960 Kingsway.