general tso's game of death

i also found out yesterday (in addition to the previously-posted-and-now-immediately-below-if-you're-on-the-main-page discovery of idiots posing as parents) that the bruce lee restaurant has moved and changed its name.
now the move is neither here nor there- well, i guess it's actually more there than here, in that it moved further away from me- but the name change is what's killing me.
the first time i indulged was strictly because of their name. how could i say no to the bruce lee restaurant? and then when the food proved good i became a regular customer, eventually introducing grims to the joys of their fried wontons of fury (no, they don't reference any bruce lee movies in their menu or decor- i'm just lame and waxing nostalgic). then we moved out of their delivery area, and it became an occasional treat, fondly revisited as an integral part of our pre-marital-shacking-up.
so we decided it'd be nice to have bruce lee on our anniversary for the first time in too long.
we exited the cinema, angry at the foolish adults who would lead a child into sin city (yeah, that abovelinked previous post again), and called bruce lee to place our carryout order (i didn't actually know what the place looked like for the first 3-and-change years of my consuming the lychees of their labour), thinking that we'd grab our bruce lee, go home and open the rum-punch, and erase the horrid memory of assholes almost ruining sin city for us, until we would only remember the on-screen part of the movie experience, and a great dinner.
alas, it was not to be.
i called the bruce lee restaurant, and was told that they moved further away than we felt like going, but even worse, that they changed their once-beautiful name.
to "super panda".

i don't even know what to say...
how do you go from bruce lee to super panda?
i almost cried.

walk good. treasure your chinese connection.