Okay. That is a lie. The Thai food isn’t the BEST thing, but it’s probably in the top ten.
We never really venture out to Lygon Street in Carlton, the “Little Italy of Melbourne”, anymore. When I fist moved to Melbourne I used to go to cheap movie nights at Nova, but it was then that I had a catastrophe of a meal after being bullied inside one of THOSE Italian restaurants. It was probably more like being seduced by the offer of a $5 glass of wine but, nevertheless, I never wanted to go back. I know how unfair that is to all the other restaurants; it was really out of my control.
It wasn’t until we found out we’d be doing Jack’s MICF show in Trades Hall at the end of Lygon Street that I even thought about the area again. With parking being nearly impossible close to the venue, we parked about 4 blocks away the first night. We quickly speed walked past all those packed restaurants with our heads down and non existent eye contact let out a “no” and a “we already ate” and then a “just leave us be” to the bullies I so painfully remember. But then as we neared Trades Hall we noticed something different, something special. It was Ying Thai 2!
The people occupying the space between the bright green walls of Ying Thai 2 looked happy, like they were enjoying their meals. There were people outside the restaurant waiting to be seated instead of being pushed in! Can you imagine! It was like finding a Rag and Bone fedora at a flea market for $10. Extremely uncommon but I’ve seen it happen.
Jack checked Urban Spoon and we made a mental note: if we gave Lygon Street one more go that’s where it would be. And go we did!
Jack didn’t like feeling full when he was on stage (Diva) so I had to share a meal with him. Yes! Me! Share! Ugh! Good thing was that we love everything hot. Jack and I have been known to put so much of spicy sauce and chili flakes on food we end up breathing out fireless air at the dinner table without a word of conversation, except maybe “ahhhhhh izzzz hotttttttt.”
The Pud Kee Mow at Ying Thai 2 was completely different to any spicy chicken stir fry I’ve had yet though. It was as if every ingredient involved in the dish actually and naturally came spicy. As if they were born spicy, instead of growing up to be spicy with a little help and discipline from it’s parents. You know? And the flat noodles were excellent. You wouldn’t know they were there if you looked at the plate but they add such a necessary texture. They were so light it felt like I had actually made the healthy decision and went carb-less.
I wonder if they’d give me parenting advice next time I go.