Hoover’s status as a beloved family restaurant glosses over its shabbier edges. You leave Hoover’s feeling just plain good, owed to the love in the kitchen. Even the location up on (gasp) 183 manages to hang onto this fuzzy feeling, despite being a squeaky-clean sort of suburban outpost.

The meal begins with a hot basket of sweet rolls and corn bread. From there, almost all options are good. The creamy artichoke dip has a serious following. We love the meatloaf, coarsely… [More]

This Northern Chinese noodleteria is tiny, fitting less than a dozen tables, a soda fridge, and a folding table with some condiments, water and tea, and Styrofoam cups. A new overhead menu of glossy photos helps the ordering process for English speakers.

The mostly Chinese patrons start with a scallion or Chinese leek pie, both of which are flaky, thin, and have a complement of grease that greatly benefits from a dash of vinegar and chili oil. The leek pie has… [More]