Past the foggy eyed audience of drunks and man sunken over a microphone- slurring at the kareoke machine- is a long, green-lit dining room. Warm with spiced air, the tables were mostly empty.
Most beers were out of stock, and the waiter seemed to be pushing Chang beer pretty aggressively (cringe, that stuff tastes like licking someone's derriere). I sipped the Lemongrass margarita, which could have benefited from fresh lime juice.
For our mains, we chose the Chiang Mai Mee with chicken, coconut curry gravy, broccoli and dry shallots, as well the Sweet Basil with beef, pad bai ga brow sauteed with peppers, thai chili paste, onion and scallions. Both dishes were well spiced, generous in portion and quite filling. I find it difficult to find good Thai in New York City. I wouldn't say that Lemongrass is up to par with the quality found in Seattle, but it was decent.
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