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It's odd that I somehow
spent five years working both directly north and directly south of
this Thai bistro and somehow never managed to darken its doorway.
Perhaps it's because there are like 500 Thai restaurants within seven
square blocks of this joint both with very similar names and even
more similar menus. It's totally possible that I actually did chow
down here once before but didn't note it on my "to review"
list because I thought I had already been here. Stranger things have
happened. It turns out that the place wasn’t half bad in that
generic Thai lunch special kind of way. Granted I ordered the white
guy special, chicken pad Thai and a Diet Coke. I've never really recaptured
the pad Thai of my youth at any of these joints in NYC. That pad Thai
was sweet, almost desert sweet, but interspersed with the perfect
amount of salty chopped peanuts and crisp bean sprouts to cut some
of the general mushiness of the dish. Maybe that was LA Thai or something?
Perhaps it was the pool in the middle of the dining room (this one
place was housed in an old pool and spa showroom) that livened up
the dish? Whatever the case Siam Thai captured some of that youthfulness
that's been missing since my second Thai awakening at the hands of
Jasmine way back in the mid-nineties. So
despite its forgettable name and anonimity in a neighborhood filled
with clones, I enjoyed no only my meal, but my surroundings as well
as the atmosphere--even if there was no pool. [MF]
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