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| - I'll never forget my first trip to Angkor. It was the Wednesday after Easter. I'd had my fill fresh ham, second day ham, and ham reprocessed into something they call a salad... I was all hammed out and yearning for something different; something from a differed place and perhaps time. I wanted noodles, I wanted chicken, and oh yes, peanut sauce.... It had to be Pad Thai. Nothing else would do. I'd only been back in Pittsburgh for about a month, following a seven year stint in Dayton, Ohio. Not knowing where go, I did what all lost and hungry people should do. I turned to my fellow Yelpers for help.
Thank God, they did not disappoint. They guided me towards Angkor, which is only a half mile from my apartment. Being Wednesday it wasn't busy but it was everything I was looking for. The décor was really nice. The service was really good, and fast. But most importantly, my to-go carton was filled with yummies straight from heaven. The noodles were piping hot, the chicken was grilled to perfection, and the peanut sauce was all I could have asked for. I knew from the moment they asked me what spice level I wanted that I had been delivered to a place that was going to make me happy man. Thank you fellow Yelpers... and Angkor... I'll be back. Oh yes, I WILL be back, with friends.
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