That was a good decision on her part, because out meal consisted, among others, of Salt and Pepper Frogs Legs, hot and crunchy-chewy and delicious when eaten with the fried chili and garlic strewn about its serving plate; the restaurant’s famous Crispy Chicken, whose thin, crispy skin, my family agrees, tasted like that of Peking Duck and whose juicy insides had a tang of flavor, so subtle as to be almost missed, that made it different from other fried chicken; and our personal favorite, the Thai Chicken barbeque, that tastes like a cross between chicken barbeque and chicken teriyaki, the chicken’s flavors enhanced (not masked, mind you!) by its accompanying peanut sauce.
For dessert, we shared a Caramel Mango Tower, a, well, tower made out of fried won ton wrappers and warmed mangoes, drizzled with chocolate syrup and served with vanilla ice cream. We also had a Crepes Samurai, a crepe-soufflé hybrid that my sister insisted on finishing, naturopathic eating be damned.
The restaurant has an extensive menu filled with dishes that sound so good, you almost want to eat the paper they’re printed on. There’s lots of things I want to go back to try, like… everything else on the menu. I wanted to take picutres of the food, but with my crappy phone camera, I was afraid that they wouldn't look very appetizing.
In other news, Luis made me watch Donnie Darko. “Jake Gyllenhaal kind of lo
oks like k.d. lang!” he gleefully pointed out during the opening sequence. I had to forgive him his blasphemy because Donnie Darko, despite its geeky title, is actually a great movie. At its simplest, it’s about time travel, without the time machine. Though I protest the simplistic solution Donnie had to his overarching dilemma, I don’t think that it could have been handled any other way, at least in the way the character was written. Incidentally, James Duval, the guy who plays Frank the freaky bunny looks like one of the trainers in the gym I train in.Image from www.rit.edu/~lmb8451/nmportfolio/design.html




