Thai Noodle House is an unassuming but delicious little place across the street from the Chinatown shopping center. The noodles were solid, as were the potstickers (crispy) with house sauce. My friend ordered the papaya salad, which he brazenly asked for "extra spicy." The Thais know their spicy, not to be taken lightly. We were crying and couldn't even finish the dish, but then again we are little white pussies. But kudos to this place for giving it to us as we'd asked. I'm all for getting an authentic eating experience in exchange for 20 minutes of shitting fire. It's a fair trade in my opinion. Isn't that why God invented ass cream?