John S.
Yelp
It took me twenty years to review Thai House Express. I'm not exaggerating. I couldn't review it because I hadn't ever eaten here before, but this place had long occupied an important place in my imagination of my then still newish home of San Francisco.
I'll start in spring 2023, because why not? I had finally found a new place to live after my flat burned down, and when I would go to my brother's house in the Inner Sunset, my GPS would either route me around Twin Peaks or through the Castro more directly. When I drove by Thai House Express that first time, I saw the "THANK YOU CASTRO" sign on its exterior, and I worried that it was closing. It isn't, but it was late at night, and I didn't understand why a restaurant would put up a thank-you sign unless it were closing.
In short, I needed to get on my giddyap and eat here and review it before it closed!
Now, let's go back in time to 2004. I had been living in San Francisco for a little over a year. I was still getting to know my adopted city, but I had a good general geographical sense of the city and its neighborhoods and how they connected, although I would get much better. My parents were in town because my dad had a business meeting. They were being put up in a hotel in Emeryville, and I was driving my dad to City College of San Francisco. The plan was to drop him off; he had three or four hours of meetings to attend, and my mom and I would explore the city or just drive around.
On the way to City College, my mom needed to use the restroom. We were already running behind schedule, and it wouldn't be a quick stop, so I was trying to think of safe places to drop her off. I headed for the Castro, and I argued with my dad, who can be extremely protective of my mom, that it was totally safe to leave her here. Over his very strong protestations, I dropped her off at Thai House Express, and my dad and I continued on to City College. The entire drive, I had to ensure him that she was totally safe in the Castro. He obviously knew that it was a predominantly gay neighborhood, but he didn't understand that is was also completely safe and that she would have a swell time.
When I returned to pick her up, my mom was excited to tell her story. Thai House Express had let her use the bathroom, and she got something to drink at the bar as she waited for me to return. The employees were kind and chatty with her. She also walked around the neighborhood a little and liked all the cute shops. She had no idea she was in a gay neighborhood until I pointed it out to her, and then she said she had found it unusual that she saw so many good-looking men walking around and almost no women.
In 2024 I finally tried Thai House Express with my niece and--who else?--my parents. They both really enjoyed the food, and my dad liked the interior. My mom said it was very different inside now, but it brought back great memories of the time she was "abandoned" by her husband and son in the Castro twenty years ago. After dinner, we perused the expensive offerings at Buffalo Whole Food Market, and I took possibly the greatest photograph of San Francisco I've ever taken ( https://www.yelp.com/user_local_photos?select=CQinR3Y2AU-OocvULWLiLw&userid=Zl1fJNTzNULZiqBRShxUYA ).
Thanks, Thai House Express, for "protecting" my mom all those years ago, and thanks for remaining a Castro fixture for all these years. I should have come sooner.