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| - Another date night ends in disaster, well almost. My husband and my date nights are cursed, usually ending in violent bowel issues, vomiting, car accidents - you name it, we've probably experienced it, all in the name of a romantic evening. Monsoon season hits, and there goes the electricity/AC at Latitude Eight, the Thai wonderland we live down the street from and have been wanting to try for over two years. This is of course the fault of Mother Nature and not the restaurant. The staff was extremely gracious and kind, calling us "troopers" for saying to eat. And damnit I was going to eat!
Ordered: two adult beverages (I recommend that Mandarin Cosmo!) lettuce wraps (SUPER YUMMY) and the Pad Thai.
All of it was wonderful, the quality of the ingredients, the execution, the plating, the flavors. So while the beads of sweat rolled down our lower backs, at least the eatin' was good. The owner even bought us a round of drinks - now THAT is a good businessman because we will definitely be back (like the better part of Chandler no doubt). I will spread the word how even in 90+ degree temps and 100% humidity, the food and customer service upstaged that monsoon!
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