I really want to give this place at least three stars, but the rudeness of the owners and the food itself prevented me.
I was early to see my friend Dave's band play nearby, so I figured I would get Thai food while I was waiting. When I walked up to the building, I could see through the window that all the tables had place settings, but when I came inside, the gruff owner informed me that it was takeout only. I ordered pad see ew with tofu and waited. I didn't say anything when the price on the bill was higher than it was on the menu; I was hungry, and I figured you always get a larger helping when you order takeout anyway. I paid and waited near the door. It was too cold and foggy to wait outside, and I didn't want to go all the way back to my car, but the owner seemed rather annoyed that I had audacity to wait inside for my order. Anyway, I took the plastic bag from him when it was eventually ready, and I asked him whether he had included a fork. "Yes!" he said, shooing me out with his hands.
The bag was super hot, so I drove around for a while and finally parked in the small Sharp Park Beach parking lot (the one near the huge flag pole) near Birch Lane. It had been at least five minutes since I left Pacifica Thai, so I figured the food had cooled enough to eat.
Unfortunately, when I finally unwrapped it, part of it had burned through the Styrofoam container. That's how ridiculously and ungodly hot it was. I searched and searched in vain for the promised fork, but the owner hadn't included one. Thankfully, I had a couple of spare forks in my glove compartment, but when I took my first bite of the noodles, I burned the roof of my mouth worse than it had been burned in years, maybe decades.
I was really frustrated at this point, so I got out of the car and tried to enjoy the fog, but it was crazy cold outside. I opened the container, made sure it wouldn't fall off the top of my car, and let it air-cool for five or six more minutes in the unforgivingly cold Pacifica fog. When I couldn't take the foggy chill any longer, I got back in my car and started eating.
It was still way too hot to eat. I really don't understand what happened. I'm convinced that if I had driven all the way home to San Francisco at that point, my food still would have been too hot to eat. I still was quite hungry, but I was frustrated with the entire experience, so I ate as much as I could get through, slowly, deliberately, taking care not to burn myself on each newly hotter portion as I dug deeper. I don't think I enjoyed one mouthful.
It was a large portion, although the last quarter just stayed in my car throughout Dave's show, and my car smelled like Thai food for a week even though I threw the food away right when I got home.
It was my most unpleasant eating experience of 2022, but I guess it made a lasting impression on me, so that's good. Dave's show was spectacular, so that was good as well. I'd say that I would give Pacifica Thai another chance, but I value my skin too much to risk it. read more