The Ameri Chinese Standards At Hong Huah Are Packed With Love Instead Of Cornstarch

• Mike Sula
• Shrimp toast, Hong Huah

Can you remember the last time you ate shrimp toast that wouldn’t make an appropriate substitute for a racquetball? What about hot-and-sour soup that didn’t seem like it was harvested from a pneumoniac’s hanky. Nostalgia for that sort of Americanized Chinese food sustains uncountable substandard operations, and it’s rare that you find really notable examples of it. And yet everybody has their regular. Personally, I’m partial to the House of Wah Sun in North Center. But if I lived closer to Belmont Cragin I’d probably switch allegiances to Hong Huah, a longtime neighborhood standby that traffics in Mandarin-style standards made with love.

• Mike Sula
• Hot-and-sour, Hong Huah

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• Mike Sula
• Hong Huah