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| - So I'm writing this review from an Irish pub munching on Thai chili wings drowning my sorrows on Irish beer. You will soon know why.
I remember vividly the first time my girlfriend and I had the green mango salad at the old location. It was the best Thai food we had ever had. We became regulars until our move to suburbia.
Fast forward 20+ years later and it was with great expectations that my now wife and I sauntered into the new location. We were promptly seated and a waitress took our order but it was obvious she was struggling with the English language. Nonetheless, fairly quickly we received our green mango salad and it more or less lived up to expectations. The Pad Thai followed about 15 mins later and it was very flavourful though the noodles themselves were limpid and the consistency of neglected, wilted lettuce.
And then the nightmare started. We ordered: chicken satay, Tom Ka Kai soup, and a green curry chicken with steamed rice, pretty standard fare for a Thai place. It was not like we ordered shrimp flash frozen this morning from the beaches of Phuket, in a foam made from coconut milk collected by monks from a blessed fair trade palm tree in Bangkok.
We waited, and waited. And waited. Multiple times the staff came over to ask if we were ok. We said we need food. They said it was being cooked. 45 mins into the wait we began to banter with the couple next to us. I was on the lookout for cameras and Chef Ramsay. They almost left but got their food all at once. I offered to buy some but I knew they were starving, so I backed off.
There was a lot of hand-wringing on the part of the staff. On the odd occasion the kitchen bell rang and staff ran to get food, my mouth began watering but inevitably my hopes were crushed. It was only bearable by watching the staff dance from table to table asking if people had ordered whatever dish they were carrying.
One hour into the wait, we decided to call the dinner. It was dead. We noted the time and asked for the bill. Kaput. A gonner. My wife stepped out to call the kids and when she was about to come back in our waitress offered to seat her at a new table. When I asked why this had gone so terribly wrong, I was told only one person cooks in the kitchen.
Saturday night. Full restaurant. Cheap owners. Kitchen nightmare. What a catastrophe! Never again. The horror. The horror. Not even sure if Chef Ramsey could save this one.
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