In a recent trip to Las Vegas for some editorial photo shoots, I Yelped a Thai restaurant and came upon Le Thai. It was a tiny joint that looked like a strip club from the outside.
The place was modest, but the taste was anything but that. I ordered drunken noodles and Julie ordered garlic fried rice with a “Ladyboy Cocktail” to wash everything down.
When asked how spicy, I said four on a scale of five with five being the hottest. The kind server noted that food cannot be returned if inappropriate to taste. I heeded the warning and chose a level three spicy. She smiled in agreement.
A level three spicy was delightful. Any more would have made the searing pain unpleasant. I was so enamored with the flavors that I wolfed down Julie’s bowl as well before returning to Grace Ormonde‘s Las Vegas party.
Lover of food,
P.S. Sorry for not posting adequately. I’ve been busy.