By: Sophie Centazzo
If you go to SCAD and haven’t heard of Eggroll King, it must mean you’ve been stuck in the Hive for too long. This dingy palace of deliciousness is a diamond in the city of Savannah, waiting for you to find it. And if you go enough times, you may end up as cool as me and they’ll know your order.
Let’s start with the ambiance. The quaint yellow room off of Anderson gives the vibe of “I’m going to get murdered today” and you know what- you’ll just have to deal. The waiting area is about the size of a large prison cell (fitting) with a single table in the corner and an overworked fan on the wall.The view of the kitchen is through a tiny window and it looks about the size of a coffin (again, fitting). The clientele is really why I continue to come back. Everytime I order my regular Sunday night pickup, a new situation is thrown at me inside the four walls of Eggroll King. One time, I witnessed a lady, dressed in a full purple tracksuit and flip flops, try to cuss out the cashier because she didn’t know the difference between the chicken and broccoli and the beef and broccoli. A very difficult comparison, I know. And don’t even get me started on the outside of the building. This halfway abandoned shopping center is home to pee filled water bottles and the most foul smelling puddles my nose has ever sniffed. But hey, it wouldn’t be a Savannah based restaurant without some homeless person’s pee in the general vicinity.
Even though the building and the customers may be entertaining, the food is where Eggroll King really shines. My usual order is chicken lo mein, sesame chicken, and hot and sour soup. The soup makes me sweat balls everytime I eat it because it’s so spicy (#whiteandjewish), but I continue to order it because I’m not about to pussy out over a bowl of soup. I don’t totally disrespect myself. The sesame chicken is smothered to perfection in a sweet, tangy sauce is my equivalent of crack to be honest with you. I will eat that shit any day of the week, except on Tuesdays (because they're closed). That’s their single downfall as a restaurant, but who am I to judge? King’s gotta have a day off like the rest of us. Now, let’s discuss the lo mein. If I could get skinny by eating this dish everyday, I would be the size of a toothpick. But, unfortunately, I think it has led to my “Junior 15” in these past few weeks. To conclude, the food is real, real good.
As rough as the edges may be on this chinese food wonderland, but the best places are found in the worst spaces. Look at me rhyming and shit! Call me a modern day #whiteandjewish Sir Mix-A-Lot!
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