It looked like a total dump on the outside. The picture above does not do it justice. As it happens, moments before we ended up walking into the Edison Noodle House, I had remarked that we needed to find an authentic, hole-in-the-wall greasy spoon. That’s when you know it isn’t going to suck. Being in Edison, probably the Asian food mecca of New Jersey, it was as good a place as any to find something authentic. But looks were deceiving here. On the inside of this small establishment was no dump, but rather a neat, clean dining area. It was minimalist—no decor at all—but at a place like this, there isn’t any need. Just give me some real Chinese food. No chicken and broccoli or General Tso here, my friends.
Feeling daring, perhaps from exhaustion from walking around Rutgers Gardens for an hour in the intense heat, Justin and I started off with an order of the jellyfish. There is no explanation or description on the menu. Just “Jellyfish”. We did not ask for further clarification, though the waiter, maybe from sheer amusement noted that it was spicy. He hesitated a second. Also as an appetizer we got an order of pork-leek dumplings. We figured we would balance out the bizarre with the recognizable.
The jellyfish were the first to arrive. Served raw, they had been shredded along with cucumbers and tossed in an extremely mild hot sauce, akin to a chili oil. Our imaginations had run wild about what this would look like, and nothing we discussed came close. It actually was not too weird-looking. Being in a noodle house, they might have been confused for some kind of glass noodles had one not gotten close enough. They were difficult to pick up with our chopsticks, which were plastic and slippery. Nevertheless, we trudged forward. I slurped it into my mouth and was utterly surprised by their complexion. These were not soft, gooey, and mushy like you would expect from such a spineless creature.
Instead, they had quite a crunch to them. I’m not kidding when I say there was a snap, crackle, and pop with every chewing motion. As for the flavor, there was none to speak of. The jellyfish itself had no taste. It tasted like what it was prepared with. In this case, cucumber and chili. I’m not a fan of cucumbers at all, so it was kind of off-putting. Imagine that: a plate of jellyfish in front of me and I am complaining about cucumber. We both looked at each other with a “that’s interesting” expression. We put the rest aside to save for later. The strips would end up serving as a nice, unexpected palate cleanser when switching back and forth between dishes.
For our meals, we decided to share the Mapo Tofu and a pork noodle soup. The tofu was the second item to come out of the kitchen, followed by the soup. The Mapo was good, but it was missing something. It had the quality you would expect of a takeout joint in the middle of a non-Asian area. Not much flavor or zing, and despite having a sinister-looking sauce, hardly any heat. The menu gave an option of with or without minced meat. While I did ask for the meat, there was some confusion and it was done without. I don’t think it would have made much of a difference.
The soup was the winner here. Thankfully, the Noodle House churned out some awesome noodles. They were perfection. Just the right size and chewiness. The broth was wholesome and savory. The bits of meat and scallions that floated throughout added some solidity. Had it been 35 degrees outside instead of 95, this would have been the perfect comfort food.
Last to arrive were the dumplings. These were handmade and done to order. We had just about finished our meals when they brought them out. Somewhere along the line, they had encountered an issue. The owner had come over and said, “We’re having a problem with the dumplings. It will be ten more minutes.” We didn’t mind. Those ten minutes passed and they set down four dumplings in front of us and said that the other two would be a few more minutes. I don’t really know what could have happened to cause this. In any event, they were delicious. So fresh that they were almost opening at the seams. The dough was paper-thin, not bulky, and there was a crunch with every bite. It was what every pub-grub potsticker you’ve ever had dreams it could be like. The filler consisting of pork and leeks was flavorful. The dipping sauce they brought over was different as well. I don’t think it was soy-based—it tasted like vinegar.
What to rate the Edison Noodle House? It was a place that allowed me to try something totally new. The service was friendly. Those dumplings and that soup were amazing. The only downer was the tofu which was just too bland to justify me giving this place a four-star rating. I might go back again (in the winter for that soup), but with so many Chinese restaurants (and my beloved H-Mart) up that way, I may have to pass it by. Still, a solid 3.5 out of 5 stars is awarded.
The Edison Noodle House is located at 3137 1857 NJ-27 in Edison, NJ.
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