Kickboxing and Spicy Soup Part 3: The Rest

Upon finding the bug in the soup we were quickly brought a fresh, new bug-free bowl. We sadly left Palms Thai, knowing that we had been cheated on. How could we ever trust them again?

We continued kickboxing but took a break from spicy soup. As the craving mounted we discussed giving them another chance. The insane rationalization was that the restaurant has a 'B' because it's big, open for long hours and so busy that it's hard to maintain all proper cleaning standards. We were making excuses. We know.

After a month or two, we decided to give them another chance. The soup was as good as ever, the staff was glad to have us back and we were happy once again.

Then the most dismal day of the dog days of summer came upon us. And like the saying goes "Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me," we were shamed again. Halfway through a superb pot of soup, we found a fly. The deep intense, sadness filled us both. I even went into denial and chose not to look, just to keep from having my world collapse on me. After a few minutes, the shame and despair set in. We didn't eat another pot. We just left, broken and beaten.

It is dramatic (and pathetic) to speak about food this way. I think there's a certain group of you who can relate.

Over the last few months we made an assault on Thai Town trying to find a comparable pot of soup: Yai (uses red chili oil), Red Corner (expensive for small portion), Jitlada (slow service), Rodded (too sweet), Thai Patio (wasn't spicy enough despite requests), Vim (got weird facial pain after soup), Sanamluang... then Chao Krung (boring), Natalee (not even close)... then switched to Sherman way: Krua Thai (ehh), Swan Thai (almost there, but still not quite). Obviously we have an affinity for Palms' style of soupmaking. They give huge, inexpensive portions, and the chili's they use are fresh and spicy. So as this saga ends, our search continues.