Golden King BBQ Express is a place like this: You order, you eat, you leave.
Any given lunch service will see all tables turn over at least thrice with a queue of takeaway-ers clogging the procession of those filing in. I've been shoved onto a table with a complete stranger before. Now sharing a table with a stranger may be one thing, but the food is the reason we all endure such comical economics.
For 5 years I have viewed this haphazard approach to service. Why? Because the food is excellent. Their egg noodles are cooked to perfection, roast duck - tender and char siu draws a queue out the door. They don't care much about presentation here either.
The decor is tacky and all you can really hear is the bone crunching sound of a meat cleaver sectioning off duck, and roast pork. Who cares if the service is rushed, inattentive and lost in translation.
When I get my plate of combination wet fried ho-fun and with egg sauce, all is forgiven.
You'll have to put your blinkers if you're sensitive about dining in places that err into third world territory.