I don’t know if my hometown Chinese restaurant is actually this good. I can’t begin to untangle all the reasons for loving it
I like to think I have a good palate. I dabble in expensive restaurants and will try just about anything. I go to Indian eateries and don’t just order a tub of butter chicken. I watch cooking shows like Iron Chef and dream of being one of the judges. However, no matter how far I run, how well I hide, my tastes will always be defined by Kooringal Chinese.
Kooringal Chinese is unsurprisingly a Chinese restaurant in Kooringal, a suburb of Wagga Wagga. It features lazy Susans, fortune cookies and a table of old Women’s Weekly magazines in the foyer. From the outside, or a stranger’s perspective, it appears to be a normal takeaway joint.
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