There are very few restaurants in the city where everybody in the pride can be satisfied. The lioness tends to like her meat well-cooked and uncomplicated and cannot be persuaded to go further afield than Chinese in the Asian department. The cub is not entirely out of the french-fry stage, and had a friend with her. The king will eat anything, any time, anywhere, with anyone.
Park Chow (9th Ave. btw. Lincoln and Irving) and its friend Chow (Church/Market) are eponymously chowhoundly, meet everybody's needs, and satisfy one further requirement - cheapness.
The cubs ate crap, the lioness ate a "Burger Royale", and the king had some kind of amused noodles (Laughing, Smiling, I forget) with plenty of mushrooms and tofu in a "fiery orange Miso". Everybody was happy; the dog got leftovers. Don't miss the fresh-squeezed apple juice; get a large.
All kinds of people go here, from the tattooed to little old ladies. We love it, especially the way they change the menu seasonally every few months. It was also gratifying to see people out and about. Food Dog Man says "Arf! arf!"