I will preface this review by unequivocally stating; I did go forth to enter a Resturant. The moniker for this Resturant, Joy Luck.What does Joy Luck's food taste like, you certainly may inqiuire? Albeit a legitimate question and undoubtedly one in which any inquisitive person would expect a reply. I am incapable. What, with it being a RESTAURANT and all, how is it that he fails to have the ability to respond? Truth be told, I can respond. It just won't be one that solicites any useful information for you to digest.Incredible, as it may appear to be. I simply do not have the slightest idea what my palate might have experienced concerning the food items at Joy Luck. Further, I will make mention. I do know what the interior looks like ither.You see, I happen to be somewhat on the Injured Roster. Just do happens that this is also referred to as a Disability or Handicapped. I couldn't care less how you want to label it. Just don't call it a BURDEN to others.I make my travels throughout our town in a powerchair. As a result, I do a significant amount without being a BURDEN. However, it appears there are many a Store and Resturant, that just insists on being the Numbnut in all this being done.Although Joy Luck or the Landlord have done well for themselves in terms of accessible sidewalks and ramps. They completely failed when it comes to entering the building. My chair could not go over the damned threshold. The interior door bar, to which one would push upon leaving, sticks out and in the way. My chair could not enter.Fix it commraded, please.