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| - I'm so torn on my review of this place- I don't know if we'd be back, but for sure, it was one of the funniest meals I've had in years.
We went on a Friday night, about 7:45... there was one other couple in the restaurant- but its new, so that wasn't a bad sign. The place is cute, details have been noted, and about 1/3 of the space is given to what we're told is a karaoke stage.
The menu offered a fairly broad range of Cambodian dishes, and we planned to try a number of them. We were doted on the entire time by what was clearly the owner, an ambitious young man. To say he was trying is an understatement, but it was like watching a bee fly into a glass wall over and over again. There was a high degree of #fail here. There was an immense amt of "futzing", and I'd be willing to bet he was pulling double duty in the kitchen.
So, we ordered the hot pot only to be informed that the other couple in the restaurant had also ordered it and he had only one hot pot. OK, we got the grill instead (also a shared dish), some soup and a few apps. Then we watched for 20 minutes while the owner started a Homer Simpson-esque attempt to swath the restaurant in extension cords to deliver electricity to the hot pot and the grill- I'm pretty sure OSHA hasn't swung through here.
The couple who ordered the hot pot were then asked to move to the other side of the restaurant so they could eat at the hot pot, which gave us our first hysterical bout of the evening, wondering if when we came back, we should bring our OWN hot pot, or what if dishes were only available to diners based on geographical location in the restaurant?
Our grill arrived, with a beautiful plate of meat and shrimp for it, and an unceremonious stick of Land o Lakes butter, still in its wrapper. VERY Cambodian :) We got butter, but no plates. Or dinnerware. Or napkins. We asked for them, and were given plates. Asking again yielded utensils, we gave up on napkins. The grilled food was great (no squid, we were given mahi mahi instead), but the grill smoked so badly we were seriously concerned about sprinklers coming on. We were hysterical throughout. The authenticity of Cambodian oppression took form in napkin rationing... we were each given one small picnic napkin each.
Look... the food we ate was all pretty good. I'd steer towards the beef dishes, which had more flavor- the crepe, which we had high hopes for, was tasteless. We loved the soup, we thought beef nam noc was ok (beed=great, salad=eh).
The service really is an issue... all joking aside, I want to applaud someone who makes a go of it like this guy, but I do wonder about the kitchen, and what would happen if say, more than 4 people showed up any night. If getting a napkin is this big a deal, should I be concerned about food prep?
Pricing was really great and fair, and the guy was SUPER nice. I'm curious to see how things shake out in a month or so. If you go (and I'm not saying you shouldn't), do consider slipping a few napkins in your bag, and stopping at the hot pot-2-go on your way over.
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