Charles W.
Yelp
I sat beside the Chiriya land line phone just in case the 1970s called. I dialed my childhood home number and I didn't remember it taking almost 10 minutes for the rotary wheel to go around and back--but that's what it seemed like. Almost hypnotic to listen, watch and feel. We didn't get touch tone phones until the 1980s.
I don't know why there is an old rotary phone in the dining room at Chiriya. It might have belonged to the owner, Mrs. Moore, when she got her from Thailand by way of Hawaii in the mid-1970s.
All I know is that Thai food was completely unknown to me growing up. I like to think I'm making up for lost time.
I started with Tom Yum soup which has a lemon grass base with mushrooms, ginger, and lime juice. Refreshing and zingy and it just tasted fresh. It was almost like warm lemonade but that's way too chunky of a descriiption and doesn't exalt the subtlety of the lemon and lime. If something warm can be refreshing, Tom Yum is it.
My cashew nut chicken was all the right flavors--but good Lord--I like carrots but the dish shouldn't scream carrots at me when its presented. Bugs Bunny, I'm not. I want the cashews and the chicken. I reordered my forkfuls so I almost could get chicken, carrots, green beans, and broccoli with each bite, but I wasn't dextrous enough. I resorted to my Tom Yum spoon.
That's a bunch of whining. My inexpertness did not detract from my enjoyment. Besides, when the 70s called, it was quick to remind me that the only Asian food I had growing up was that La Choy chop suey stuff in a can.