Mission of Burma
Today I finally got to Burma, the DC Chinatown restaurant known for both its lack of atmosphere and its great Burmese food. In keeping with their low rent theme, they do not have a web site but here is the google maps profile of the place.
The restaurant is easy to miss as it is upstairs and only a small sign on street level says, “Burma Upstairs.” What follows would scare off anyone who had not heard about the great food: a neglected staircase with peeling bright yellow paint that has the feel of a garage staircase and then, on the second floor, a sign on a door that has a window protected by steel bars: Enter Burma. It has the feel of entering a prison, not that I have done that, but I can imagine.
The place was busy at lunchtime and I got three dishes to go. Two were good and one was bad. The good were the pork with mango and the beef curry. The bad was the tamarind fish, which had no trace of tamarind and was, well, fishy. Overall, I think the place is overrated and would not go back. But I do love that they call it Burma and not Myanmar.
