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This is one of those
many wonderful little places in Manhattan that makes you okay with
the fact that you live in what is essentially a $2500 a month doghouse
surrounded by hobo urine and rat excrement. Tiny in the ultimate sense
of the word, a party of five at this place is really pushing the limits
of its capacity. (If you're over six feet, you might want to think
about getting your order to go, as you may not fit at one of the little
wooden Hobbit benches.) This is also one of those great restaurants
where you are just praying that the food tastes better than it smells.
If you've never gotten a whiff of curried squid, you can imagine a
peeled lemon the size of a car falling into a pool of chlorine and
brine. Luckily for all of us, the food is delicious, plentiful and
pretty damn cheap for the West Village. Serving a mixture of Thai,
Vietnamese, and some other kind of unpronounceable fish, chicken,
noodle and beef dishes, Café Asean has something for the experimental
soul in us all. In warmer weather, there is a little garden out back
that is supposed to be nice. We don't know if this is typical of Village
restaurants, but the crowd here is amazingly funny, from gay Hispanic
first dates to agitated horn-rimmed, black-scarf-wearing, Yuppie hipsters
who impatiently wait for your table so their struggling model girlfriends
can order water and pretend to look over the menu. [MF]
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