Cashier looks like a younger introverted Jimmy Fallon look alike sporting a disinterested attitude. When we walked in, he was drawing on the back of a Costco receipt, and did not greet us until a few minutes after he felt like he reached a good stopping point of his doodle.
He barely uses his voice so you have to keep asking him to repeat and even lean into over the counter and read lips if you want to understand him. The man is like an energy suckhole that is encapsulated by the overgrown shaggy hair and hunched poster. An attitude perhaps more appropriate for Haight-Ashbury on a gloomy overcast day in San Francisco than thr exciting, energetic, and happening streets of Thai markets.
Endless loops of twangy country music plays in the background again exposed spray painted ceiling and wooden bench tables with rustic pops of teal and brown chairs. All food are served on disposable paper plates, paper bowls, plastic utensils.
The food is served scolding hot. Someone in our party burned their tongue on the curry bowl even after letting it sit for 10mins. Very good coconut flavor with a hint of spice.
While there are bottled beer and wine available, it is quite confusing as to why one would do a business meeting or lunch here. Aside from ordering your food from the counter and an employee drop it off at your table as they pick up the number and metal stand, there are no service or interaction. The employees spend more time with their backs to the customer to chat and hang out with kitchen staff over the wall cutout than to check in with dine in customers. Not once did they wipe anything down or straighten out chairs.
The set up and atmosphere is more like a cafeteria with a mean lunch lady while pretending to be a 'wine bistro'. Paper plates and plastic utensils is not the place I'd be sipping on wine. Overall, a mish-mash throw together that fail to understand their identity asides from a convenient decent Thai takeout spot.