THAI CAFÉ

923 Brooklyn Avenue
[G to Greenpoint Avenue, or a $6 cab ride from the Bedford Ave L station]
So I got schooled here about three ways over: I learned to give Brooklyn a chance, respect my elders and certainly, not to fuck with Thai people. And yes, it was a stupid move to respond “very” when they asked how hot I wanted my pad thai. Those infamous brown noodles [NB: they were born white. WHITE. Do you know what you have to do to make brown noodles out of white ones without a wok? DO YOU?] actually destroyed a tastebud that has only just begun to forgive me. At least Sean had a laugh. To be noted: I didn’t have to eat the spicy squid pad thai [the food is unreasonably cheap: my soup & pad thai + Sean’s spring roll & basil chicken cost a whopping $22 + tip]: it was a matter of national pride. Somewhere, my Jamaican ancestors are snorting at me behind their jerk chicken.