The Yin and the Yang: I focus here on my experience at Eathai being a study in opposites. I saw flashes of brilliance while also witnessing bewildering feats of self-sabotage. Up until two months ago, my daughter was a vegetarian. Now, she is a quasi-vegetarian who will, on rare occasion, eat chicken. If chicken is an option, it must not look like it ever clucked or walked the earth. It must have no skin, no bones and must not resemble a body part. Chicken satay would be acceptable, for example. She went to order it and was very disappointed to see that Eathai offers only lamb satay. Eating anything with the word lamb in it is verboten. So, she looked down the line to the two tofu dishes but she will only eat tofu if it is of the firm variety. Runny tofu has no place for my daughter and for that I can't blame her. The server did not know whether the tofu was soft or firm and could not explain the dishes. She said she knew nothing about the tofu and then stood there waiting. When nobody said anything, she said, "Maybe I could go ask someone." She then asked a guy who was standing behind the bar who shrugged his shoulders. She returned to the table and said that he didn't know either. I was tempted to ask whether he worked here. While this was happening, we started to realize that we were becoming surrounded by butts. Yes ... butts. Big butts. Little butts. Butts in skirts. Butts in jeans. Tiny butts on top of shoulders. Our table for two, we now learned was just feet away from the restaurant's ice cream counter. People were congregating to place an ice cream order. It felt like our table was in the middle of the line except there was no line. It was mayhem. I admit to being curious as to what the big deal was but then remembered two things: (1) i read a yelp review about their innovative ice cream and that is what brought me here and (2) I just want to enjoy dinner with my daughter, not be jostled. Another server overheard our server telling us how neither she nor the guy behind the bar knew anything about the tofu. This new server tapped ours on the shoulder and essentially tagged-in, taking over and telling the other server to go do something else (like look at the tofu dishes maybe). This woman was terrific. She talked my daughter through the menu and suggested a dinner with tahari sauce, brussels sprouts and bean sprouts. We did not wait long for our food. My chicken in massaman curry was excellent. The sauce was sweet, creamy and thick and filled with fresh ground spices and red pepper flakes. The chicken was served as a whole breast, not cut up in chunks and floating in the sauce as is usually the case. Here, the chicken was front and center in a shallow pool of curry, not drowning in it. It was served with vegetables that were fresh and well cooked, seemingly marinated in the curry. Very very good. The sprouts dish was also very good. It was presented very simply and the fresh sprouts were full flavored with light seasoning and a small amount of soy or tahari roasted in. We shared an appetizer of cold tangerine slices topped with little mounds of ground and caramelized peanuts (i think) and coconut. The actual dish was made to order, almost like a rectangular escargot dish but made for these little tangerine creations. Nicely done. The food was therefore very good in my opinion BUTT and I mean butt, it was hard to eat with the only scenery being other people's backsides in front of and to the side of our table, literally inches from our elbows. This was inexcusable and inexplicable. Construct a half wall or put in a rope-line or something. Have people take numbers and wait up front or outside. Whatever you do, don't have a throng of hungry dessert-goers massing around your diners. I have posted a pic that might give some sense of our smelly dilemma. Lastly, and not a good ending, was our attempt to at least have some of that ice cream. We asked our server whether we could order and have it brought to the table or whether diners also were to wait in that line. She said we could leave the table and sit at the bar and she would get us our ice cream quickly. We saw that other diners were eating ice cream at their tables. We waited at that bar for a while. We learned that (1) the ice cream looked awesome; (2) it was poured on a frozen disk and peeled off with crushed toppings (just as i had seen in pics from other Yelp Elites) and (3) the guy behind the bar really did work there and his job was to pour and peel ice cream. We never got to try it. We waited. We waited. And we waited. She never came back. No one else approached us to help. At least, seated on bar stools, our faces were higher than the mass of waiting butts. Ultimately, I dropped some twenties and left. Will I be back? I admit that I will be. After analyzing the situation, I think we got behind early and never fully recovered from seeing the cheeky backside of Eathai. read more