the restaurant is beautiful; simple tables and wicker chairs in an open atrium. cue the eastern instrumentals with platters of food held high by servants in loincloths. . beautiful music may play in my head, but saladang is not a song i plan to sing. the menu has seen better days, with half theappetizersunavailable, tackily taped over with tiny pieces of paper. their famous papaya salad was fine, but i didn't go all the way to pasadena for a papaya salad to be just fine.