This establishment does not mess around with the heat rating. Having grown up "native," I'm the type to put food on my Tabasco. So when my boyz and I came down here one evening, we naively got 10s on all the dishes without a second thought. Several extra servings of rice, beers and crumpled sweaty napkins later, we conceded and affirmed the legitimacy of the chef's diabolical schemes.
The Thai tea also is less sweet than the competition, a plus for my poor blasted taste buds. Though I felt good about not lying when saying "I was with several 10s that night," I definitely give thanks and praise to Archi for the curry brutality. My ass bleeds for you sincerely. Have I learned my lesson? Does the pope shit in the woods?