In Chinatown, where every menu appears identical, the neophyte may feel paralyzed. Moon Place, a Shanghainese siren near the neighborhood’s entrance, is a good place to start. And finish. At MP, all the old favorites — General Tso’s chicken, xiao long bao soup dumplings, moo shu pork — are a cut above in freshness and presentation. The hot-and-sour soup swimming with pork, Chinese mushrooms, tofu and bamboo shoots gets a shot of sesame oil and may be the city’s finest. But if feeling daring, pepper your waiter for suggestions from the untranslated (read: authentic) menu, which consists of showstoppers such as scrambled eggs mixed with shrimp and chives. In the calm and simply decorated room, giant round tables are usually filled with multigenerational families that keep the lazy Susans turning non-stop. The bartender makes a mean Scorpion, miles better than the competition’s.