When I moved to Providence from the Boston area seven years ago, I had a hard time letting go of my old standards up north. For many months, I drove 45 minutes for a number of common services that I considered to be uncommonly good: the eyebrow waxing, haircuts, pizza and Thai food from my old hometown were all worth sitting in traffic for nearly an hour, I reasoned, while I tried to scout out their suitable replacements in RI. Trial and error eventually uncovered new go-to spots to meet all of these needs--some decent enough, and some excellent.
Apsara on Hope Street was one of those places that I tried on the recommendation of more than one friend. I wanted to like the place, I really did. But after several visits there while "auditioning" locations for my new favorite Thai joint, I just can't understand why folks seem to frequent it in droves; it's always been disappointing to me. The single positive thing I can say about it is, the prices are very low. But then again, the saying applies: you get what you pay for.
Parking is spotty at best; there's one tiny, cramped lot that is shared with a number of other businesses in this itty bitty, congested plaza. Traffic makes this area of Hope Street difficult to navigate and in winter, serious potholes abound, waiting to swallow up your car's front end in the dark of night.
On weekends, the wait for a table is legendary. It's best not to arrive very hungry, as a small group of us did earlier this year on a Friday night. We waited, uncomfortably wedged outside the bathroom door, for the better part of an hour (hey, I could have driven all the way back up to Quincy, MA for some awesome Thai takeout in that space of time!). Seating, once you do manage to snag a spot, is mostly functional, just a tad too close to one's neighbors.
Long wait times and claustrophobic surroundings, while unpleasant, could still make a place salvageable for takeout. But food is where the rubber really meets the road and in this regard, Apsara has always failed to impress me. Everything I've ever ordered here - whether steamed vegetables, nim chow, or pad thai - has lacked flavor, spice, or taste in general. Everything has always been uniformly bland; there's literally no waking up this stuff. I defy you to douse your meal in sauce, dredge it in gravy, pour herbs and spices over it in abundance: you'll register nothing. If you eat strictly to survive, that's one thing. But if food is something that adds any kind of enjoyment and dimension to your life, this is a place to skip.
It took me nearly a year to shift all the elements of my world completely to Providence (guess that makes me change-averse). I think the last puzzle piece that finally fell into place may have been a reliable Thai restaurant. Ultimately, I found two: one for stellar takeout (Spice on Waterman), and one for a good, sit-down meal (the "other" Apsara on Public Street, and it's BYOB to boot). Apsara on Hope may have its devoted legions that keep coming back for more; I just can't count myself among them. read more