It is rare that I'll eat in at a Chinese place. Chinese is made for takeout, dammit! You order your food, they cram it into little foil tubs, top it with white cardboard and send it to you. Then, you shovel into your gaping maw as you sit, slack-jawed, watching whatever the television has deemed appropriate for your evening's entertainment. Chinese just isn't Chinese without uniform scenes from Emmerdale flickering across your retinas like a strobe like from some really boring Hell.
The Phoenix Garden, however, has gone some way towards dissuading me of this notion. The decor in the restaurant is quite lovely; the pink pastel hues grant the place a lovely, warm ambience for you to enjoy your food in and the service is quick, charming and very helpful.
The food itself is certainly the best part though. It's not that expensive, and is very delicious. It loses something in the formality of the restaurant atmosphere, I feel, but the food is still worth the hassle of actually leaving your hovel. It's not quite The Swallow (but then, what is?), and I'll never forgive The Swallow for closing the restaurant portion of the business, but The Phoenix Garden does a fine job in its stead. read more