Well for me, surely chalk this one up to the never walking past Spring World on one end/Chi Cafe on the other syndrome, but a walk of the mall yesterday yielded this pleasant place of a place.
It's a lot like Ken Kee, Chi Cafe, and Joy Yee as well, that is very large menus, bits from various cuisines, etc. It does lack the baked spaghetti and toast dishes of Chi Cafe/Ken Kee, but Hing Kee is plenty fulled with its own exotica. I will say that it is not nearly as flashingly fun as Chi Cafe (which is like eating in the middle of of one of those shows playing on the satellite TV), but the food was a tad better.
Everything we ordered, we liked. More (!), it was all cooked very well. Like the fried (salt and pepper) eggplants, they were airy like something from Galatoire's. We were all over the place ordering, which I believe is part of the fun and appeal of a place like this.
We got boiled fish fillets in spicy broth (with several nice pieces of baby bok choy); whole shrimps in a spicy Hammondesque (if you catch my drift, red stuff) sauce; the afforementioned eggplants; Chinese broccoli, filing in for on choy, with garlic, tofu salad, which was soft cubes of tofu on bright rips of romaine, dressed with that soy-ginger stuff that makes one like Benihanna, and mussels with black bean sauce. I might be convinced not to re-order the last as it was a bit on the gloppy side, but with 1,000,000 item menu, I'm not sure if I'd re-order anything twice again.
In addition to the above, my younger daughter wanted out of family ordering. She went for a beef slice-fried rice dish that sounded right on the menu, carried a pleasant aroma to the table, looked damn good, but then to her palate tasted too much of cracked black pepper--it was peppery in her defense, but so what!
Also, our fifth opted out also for sushi instead, and pronounced herself quite satisfied with said order.
This is a keeper and one I'm looking forward to return visits. On that note, I should also add that the service was quite warm and engaging and helps even more entice me.
Think Yiddish, Dress British - Advice of Evil Ronnie to me.