Why you should eat at a Thai restaurant
My first Thai meal in the US was at an Indian restaurant in Manhattan.
It was delicious, and I ate my first meal with my boyfriend at a similar restaurant in Bangkok, which was also pretty good.
But my Thai meal came at a time when I wanted to be more adventurous, and so I ordered my first Thai-style meal with two friends.
When I arrived at my table, there was a Thai chef waiting, a young woman with a thick moustache.
She said hello to me, but when she saw my friend sitting at my counter, she shook her head and said, “Don’t talk to him.
You don’t have to sit with him.”
When I looked at her, I realised that she was right.
If you’re in a hurry, you could just sit and talk.
But that didn’t suit me, so I asked if she had any special recommendations.
The woman looked at me like I was crazy and asked me if I wanted a bowl of chicken curry.
I was intrigued by the curry, and when I ordered it, I found myself smiling at the waitress.
“It’s spicy,” she said.
“And there’s a lot of curry on the side.”
That was when I realised why I was in Thailand.
The restaurant in the Manhattan restaurant had two dishes: the chicken curry and the fish curry.
There were two kinds of curry: the spicy kind and the sweet.
I thought to myself: How many other places have that?
There are thousands of restaurants in the United States, and each of them has its own unique flavour.
But what I was missing was a place where all of these flavours could all be made at the same time.
My friend and I had a few bowls of chicken curries on the menu.
But we weren’t ready to go there.
As the curry cook said to me: “Don and I are going to try some other dishes.
And we’re going to make you some of these.”
The Thai restaurant had one more dish: a spicy fish curry, which I had ordered as a starter, and it was so good that I had to add it to the list.
My friends and I ordered more fish curries, and they were all equally delicious.
I wanted more of the curry.
And I also wanted to eat a Thai-styled dish.
But then the waitress came to the table.
“Can I please have a bowl for you?” she said, as if she were telling me I was going to have to come back later to pay.
I looked up and saw the restaurant manager and her husband, who had just arrived.
I had seen the chef and the waitress at the Thai restaurant, but this was something I had never seen before.
I asked them if they wanted a cup of tea for me and my friends.
They said no, but I felt guilty, so they offered.
I told them that I was having trouble sleeping at the time, and asked them to please call the police.
The police arrived, and the chef was escorted out of the restaurant.
“She said I should be ashamed,” I later realised.
The next morning, I woke up with a hangover and couldn’t remember anything that happened the previous night.
I realised then that I’d been duped.
I’d ordered a dish that had just been put on the restaurant’s menu.
I couldn’t recall what it was.
I still didn’t realise what the waitress was saying to me.
I think she must have thought I was talking to my boyfriend about the fish.
She then told me that I could come back to the restaurant, because she’d brought the dish with her.
The waitress said to her husband: “You need to go to the police.”
I don’t remember exactly what she said to him, but she went back to her kitchen.
My Thai friends and me went back, and soon we were talking about my experiences.
The chef said: “I’m not going to tell you what to do, but it’s OK.
You have to try it.”
The next day, the police arrived and took my boyfriend away to the station.
We were all in tears.
It turned out the waitress had made a mistake, and had told the police that the fish was too spicy.
The Thai chef said to us: “It was my fault.
I made it spicy.”
I think I told her that the restaurant was not safe.
I then thought: “But I don’s say I don to this.
I said I didn’t like it.”
So, in the end, I got to keep the fish, even though the chef had been a jerk to me for making an error.
I’m not ashamed of what I did.
The experience taught me a lot about how to be open to different experiences, and also how to deal with situations in which I am not prepared.
The dish was also a reminder that you can’t judge someone for their food, their language, or their culture. I’ve