this dish, called "rose petals," was described as "soy crepes with wolfberry seeds and vegetables in sweet rice ginger sauce, with taro spring rolls and brown & red rice."
soy crepes, i thought, giddyup! then they brought me this dissapointing dish...

the soy crepes were nothing more than unflavored yuba skins that appeared to have been boiled in water, then pan-fried in oil and placed atop a spare portion of steamed veg, set aside a scoop of mixed, gluey rice. now it was the lunch hour and they sat me near the door that wafted in cold air every few seconds as someone entered or left, not a big deal, but i wore my coat for the entire meal. this didn't piss me off as much as the inane banter that the two hostesses at the desk were swatting back and forth. at one point they were digging in their drawers and showing eachother what underwear they wore today. eff this place.
shall i continue the rant further? so i ordered a hot green tea, right. this is a modestly-upscale asian place, right? the waiter brought out a ceramic cup filled with hot water and a green tea bag resting on the saucer. call me a bitch-snob, but double-eff off. $1.75 for a tea bag and it isn't even made tea-bag proper (pour the hot h2o over the teabag). ugh.
the ginger sauce was basically a tangy corn syrup thinned out, but the taro spring rolls were contrastingly good to the rest of this meal. it could have been what i ordered, but i'd have to say i'll never give zen palate in union square another glance. keep walking. rating: 4.2/10.