What do you do when your boyfriend forgets your bike at the office and then leaves for a company outing in the Hamptons? Well, first you bitch and moan, because, god damn it, it’s a nice day and you wanted to ride your bike! But then you get over it and rollerblade to Sheng Wang for some freshly hand-pulled noodles.
When you first get to Eldrige Street looking for Sheng Wang, you may initially be confused because it only says Sheng Wang in English at the very end of a awning mostly in Chinese. And if you aren’t Chinese, this will probably intimidate you. Two years ago, after the Sietsema article in the Village Voice about Sheng Wang came out, I decided to go try it out. However, after seeing the awning and the short, but dark steps, down into the subterranean restaurant, I decided to skip it, and went elsewhere. At the time, the fact the name of the restaurant in English was added seemingly as an after-thought, made me feel that they wouldn’t be very welcoming. This time I wanted noodles, and I didn’t care if I wasn’t welcome. MORE »