You've probably only seen Yuet Lee's bilious green interior at 1:30 a.m., when the effects of multiple vodkatonics made you only semi-sure about where you were, under fluorescents powerful enough you swore you felt your eyeballs cracking.
Well, guess what: The food stands up to scrutiny at noon, when natural lighting makes the green paint only slightly less nauseating. Order up a platter of clams in black bean sauce and rice, and actually taste it, sucking the cornstarch-viscous, briny goodness straight from the shells.
And just think: You'll actually be able to remember what you ate here, rather than having to reconstruct it next morning by the dried splatters on your club shirt.
Yuet Lee 1300 Stockton (at Broadway), 982-6020