I wanted to like this place. We moved to the area about two years ago. This was one of the first restaurants we visited. We spent a small fortune to feed our family, which we expected. But the disappointment came when I ordered one of the curry dishes and it has about four pieces of chicken and the rest was bamboo shoots.
Fast forward two years: We have an Entertainment Guide coupon book for BOGO. We thought, "Sure, why not." The good: the fresh spring rolls. $5.00 for five 'halves'. However, the peanut sauce was way too sweet.
We also ordered the Satay Chicken. $10.50 for five tenders. Tasty. Same peanut sauce as the spring rolls. I kind of wish I had known that before hand. I may have ordered a different appetizer.
It comes time to order the entrees. I ask many questions. The server . . . wait, let me take a moment here and talk about the servers. All three of them were dressed in spandex workout pants and tennis shoes. They looked about 16 and I assume they were all sisters. But, workout pants? Assuming these three girls (since there were physical similarities) were related to the owners, you'd assume they'd know their stuff when it came to questions about items on the menu. Literally, I mean LITERALLY, every question I asked was, "I don't know."
Let me give you an example of part of the conversation:
Me: "Hi, what do you recommend?"
Her: "Oh, everything is really good."
Me: "Sure. What about the beef and bell peppers?"
Her: "What about it?
Me: "Is it good? How is it prepared? And is the meat tender?"
Her: "Tender? I don't know what you mean."
Me: "You know, is it easy to chew, or is it tough and a bit gristley?"
Her: "I don't know, sorry."
Me: "Have you had it?"
Her: "Yes."
Me: "Ok, so what are your thoughts?
Her: "I don't know."
This same type of conversation happened again regarding two more items. I finally asked:
Me: "So, actually, one of my favorite Thai dishes is a chicken and Thai basil dish, but I don't think I saw it on the menu. Do you have that?"
Her: "Oh, sure, we get that request all the time. We can do that."
Me: "Great! That's what I'd like."
Her: "Do you want it with vegetables, too?"
Me: "No, thanks. Just chicken with the basil."
I get my meal and there's onions, tomatoes, bell peppers, sprouts, and basil in a soupy sauce. They charged me $10.99. If I hadn't have had the appetizers, I would have gone next door the Carl's Jr. to get more to eat. Look at the pictures, those small, square plates are what they are charging $10 for, and my portion wasn't as big as what you're seeing.
Other negatives: We arrived and there was what we thought a fruit fly flying around in front of our faces. I was able to clap my hands and kill it. All of a sudden, there are two more flying around in our faces. One lands. It didn't take long to see that it wasn't a fruit fly (in the middle of January), but in fact a baby garbage fly. Two of them. In our faces. Resting on our food and table.
You seat yourself. They don't bring you a check. You have to go to the front where they have lined up the checks on the counter.
With the BOGO, our dinner still cost us $38. I have no issue paying good money for a good meal and good service. But with what I got, I'd rather get a stuffed flank steak from the Smith's butcher counter, then head over to the deli and get a risotto salad, then head to the bakery and get a mini cake for a lot less money. I didn't feel this was a value, nor a good experience. And, yes, the restaurant is dated. read more