The biggest nasi goreng I've ever had for one of the cheapest prices. And it was good too. Would go back.

Aidan

Good value for the price. Authentic home cook style food. We ordered the eggplant with minced pork and tofu with persevered vege dish. They tasted like comfort food from home. Unlike all the other restaurants that are filled with deep-fried everything with over powering flavoured food.

Marcus Fung

The one person hotpot here was excellent! It might not be filling enough but it looks pretty sumptuous when it comes out and pretty reasonably priced ($19.90). Can't speak for the other meals but everything are pretty reasonably priced, especially in light of Wellington standards. The vibe is GREAT, no sense of superiority or anything, just down to earth and great. The waitress on Sat night was very kind and accommodating - sooooooooooo kind. If you need some alone time, and want a nice and peaceful place, with good service, come here and order the one person hotpot + a drink. I will be coming here everytime I'm feeling a bit sad.

Benjamin Li

Asia. A continent across from New Zealand, divided by the sea. In an Era where one cannot simply walk around anymore without the fear in their heart that one day society will collapse unto itself, one cannot help but feel nostalgic for the days and meals gone by. Frankly, it’s been difficult finding a good bowl of beef noodles in Wellington. You may say I’m picky, but I have experienced the true dish in Asia, and having had a taste of such luxury, it would be impossible for me not to mentally compare what I eat here to what I eat back home. So colour me surprised when I discovered this little restaurant in the back alleyways. At first I was skeptical, as I am with most new restaurants I go to. Heading in, I did feel slightly nostalgic; the bubble tea posters pasted on the walls and door, the paper signs written in Chinese, the strange yet charming sailing ornaments that look so out of place, yet feel so at home. I sit at counter, and have a read of the menu. A few dishes catch my eye, but then I see it: “Beef noodles”. What should I do? Ignore it and order something I’m guaranteed to like, thus losing my chance to ever experience this variant of the dish? Or take a chance, and risk falling into sadness and disappointment? Having found a new sense of daring in the past year of solitary self fulfilment, I decided that an opportunity missed was an opportunity lost, and went for the meat laden noodle soup. The first bite of the soupy noodles stings my tongue, partly due to my impatience, coupled with my unyielding curiosity. I take a moment to regain my composure, before going in for another bite. This time I prepare myself, fanning the heat and waiting for it to cool, before devouring the string shaped carbohydrates. Flavourful. I tremble. I’m almost shocked. I go for another bite. No. It’s more of a slurp. I go deeper. The noodles are coated in the beefy broth, and each mouthful leaves me wanting more. Before I know it, there is nothing left but soup and minced garlic in the bowl. As a member of the clean plate club, I drink the remains to sate whatever hunger I had left in me, and bask in a sense of warm nostalgia. —————————————————————————————- Ah. How tragic. It appears my flatmates find this review far too long winded. Thus, I can only conclude that the beef noodles are good, so take a chance and have something new. After all, what is life without living?

Bambino Perso