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| - In honor of my YFF being today's ROTD holder, I declare an end to my review hiatus.
Thailicious has sat motionless in my bookmarks for months, ever since mon ami Kristin J first alerted me to its existence. The name alone evokes images of "superlicious delish", as the superlicious Mary A states.
The characters in this screenplay are as follows...
Joyce W - my YFF and international essay contest winner, who I shall refer to as J-WoW. If you want to read an actual well written review, check hers out.
Linh L - one of today's top talents in beat-boxing, who I shall refer to as Mr Peanut. If you want to read an actual amusing review, check his out.
Brett B - the author of this autobiography, who I shall also refer to as Mr Peanut
The Waitress - who I shall refer to as Flo
As an author, whose responsibility it is to convey an experience to you, the reader, I hope you'll be able to take away this... I arrived AND checked in prior to either J-WoW or Mr Peanut!
After 'handshakes & hugs', we gangsta strolled up into that beyaaaa...ah. What a sight it must have been. Two of us could have passed for cast members from the Asian version of Melrose Place, while the third closely resembled Zippy the pinhead.
We were promptly ushered to a booth with what appeared to be vinyl seats, and I make this distinction to inform the reader that as I scootched myself across the bench, an inopportune vibration was simulcast from the vicinity of my pants bottom. Not wanting to appear like a wind-talker in front of my co-diners, I made an effort to replicate the sound by continuing my side-glide until successive audible vinyl rubs were rendered. But no such vindication was attained...
My companions were a true delight. Dear reader, may you be blessed with your own J-WoWs and Mr Peanuts. Lunch doesn't always have to just be about binging on 1800 calorie entrees. Open your heart, and your heart may just open you back.
I ordered the Pad See Ew, vegetarian style as a nod to my girl Cici F. Now, I'm down with PSE, yeah, you know me. It's my jam. The dish gets my merkin a twerkin... however this one didn't have the je ne sais quoi of Thai Spices or Thai Rama, but that didn't dissuade me from a raucous display in which no less than half of the deadly sins were involved.
After putting in our dessert order, I asked Flo if she would be so kind as to provide me with a spoon, say... eighteen or nineteen inches in length. Now here's the kicker. She looked at me like I was a damned fool.
That delightful Thai Tea Creme Brulee dessert proved to be the meal's Swan Song. It boasted a sun kissed glow that could have passed for San Diego's own TM, a consistency smoother than my girl MC J, and was reminiscent of everything that's right about pumpkin pie without the benefits of high protein or dietary fiber. How is no one singing its praises?
[Chorus - Nicki Minaj, J-Wow & Mr Peanut:]
Flo, I got this short-azz spoon in my hand
Beating like a drum on a treat that's all tanned
Can't you taste that creme, bacreme, creme, creme, bacreme, bru, lee?
You got that creme brulee
creme, bacreme, creme, creme, bacreme, bru, lee
Yeah, that's the creme brulee
(Creme) [x15]
Side Note: If you enjoy leering at beautiful women from the shadows, as they make selections from a salad bar, then boy are you in luck!
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