Rebecca H.
Yelp
As a recent immigrator to Philadelphia, I have recently been inundated with restaurant recommendations by my coworker friend natives. I specifically requested my friend's FAVORITE Thai restaurant IN THE CITY. Low and behold, Smile Cafe.
I was meeting another recent immigrator, one from the homeland in fact (by homeland, I mean NYC) for dinner and drinks. His first recommendation only had 3.5 star average rating on yelp...blasphemous. Mexican is our usual go-to but I like to reserve tequila for nights when I am able to drink at an olympic level.
We met here at 6pm (6:08 to be specific) on a Friday evening in late July. We sat at the table nearest the window, joined by the view of that playground across the street.
I immediately scanned the table for the drink menu. When I could not find the drink menu, I flipped through my menu's pages to locate the drink page. Neither of which exist because this place doesn't serve alcohol. So, as it turns out, this place is BYOB. Call me crazy for just assuming a restaurant serves alcohol. I'm actually not super crazy about BYOBs because I'm lazy af but they do have their perks. At the end of our meal, I believe I paid with tax and tip and shit like $12 or $13. I cannot recall a time in my life where I spent that for DINNER.
Anyways when given the option to go with Addie to pick up a few bottles of wine at the nearest liquor store or wait to hold down the fort, I made the obvious choice. Let me share something with you: while sitting at a restaurant by yourself waiting, you are given the opportunity to eaves drop/people watch to a tremendous degree. Some girl on the other end of the restaurant from us had this weird disease she was telling her date or brother about and the couple sitting next to us had the WEIRDEST dynamic. Like the girl kept saying like random tidbits about like "oh we should get a vegetable steamer to make that" and "I may go with the shrimp pad thai" to which her boyfriend/husband wouldn't say ANYTHING. So strange.
Addie came back after what seemed like an eternity. Maybe the server didn't think I wanted to order anything but she didn't come over once to find out. I would have possibly ordered vegetable dumplings or spring rolls but I never got the chance. That was a little bit frustrating. Otherwise she was really nice.
I decided to get my usual (panang curry) and Addie went with the pineapple fried rice.
As a huge Thai fan, I have had my fair share of curries. This one was particularly soupy, on a scale of 1-chicken noodle this was probably an 8. The flavors were decent and I've had better but I thoroughly enjoyed it none-the-less. Much to the delight of my clothes, my chop stick grip was on par because I managed, via some miracle, to not lose any pepper strips/carrot slices/whatever that leaf stuff to gravity and subsequently splash sauce everywhere. The dangers of soupy sauce and chop sticks.
Besides the fact that Addie's pineapple fried rice was literally a giant mound of rice, its flavor profile was really unexpected/unusual. It had a maple-syrupy character (I spent about at least 90 seconds trying to think of the right word there and that's the best I could come up with). Initially that flavor was so unexpected that I wasn't into it but after I finished mine and had nothing left to eat and hastily accepted his invitation to have a few bites, it grew on me like fungus. It was really good. I would enthusiastically recommend trying it.
Come here if u want