Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Kittichai Thai Why?

For some reason I've fallen off the blogging wagon and this is my attempt to get back on.

A few weeks (months maybe?) back I went to Kittichai with the Pale Imitation of Desmond (Deluca) and the Lobster Loving Afghan for a little dinner. Like all restaurants on Earth that I haven't been to, I've been meaning to go here for some time. So one Spring/Winter/I-can't-keep-track-of-time day, we three went downtown to Soho for a little Kittichai.

What is Kittichai? I'm not sure which food oriented website I saw this on, but I once read that Kittichai was Thai foods answer to high-end Japanese in the form of Nobu. I love Nobu. I love high-end. I love food. I especially love Thai food and the prospect of a Nobu-ish Thai restaurant in Soho. Sounds perfect right?

WELLLL.... here's the thing...

First of all, the decor was pretty tight. They had a pond in the middle of the dimly lit restaurant area (the bar area was small and nothing to write home about). I believe there were lily pads floating around and maybe even a few fish and the pond was referred to as the "reflecting pool". That's pretty tight, right? The rest of it was all "dark, trendy Thai restaurant in Soho" wicker and dark wood tables. I'm still fuzzy about the fish being in the central pond - I feel like if there were fish in there I would have made a comment about how much I wanted to eat them, but I don't remember making said comment, so maybe there weren't any fish?

So yeah, cool decor. I had a glass of champagne and Lobster Afghan had some form of mojito that came with (and I quote after checking with her what the hell she had) "sugar cane or some shit". Either way, it was good, as were most of the mixed drinks we had.. except I had some sort of berry mojito or some shit that was like sipping on liquid Nerds. Deluca might have had a lychee martini, but who can remember what she got. It's Deluca. Just like Paris Hilton exists for our attention, Deluca lives to be ignored. Oh, also, they had Hoegarden on tap, which is pretty much the best idea ever - Thai food and Hoegarden.

Anyways, the drinks were good, yada yada yada. The food... well... I wouldn't say I was "disappointed" per say, but I don't think I'd ever go back. It was pretty expensive and the portions were predictably small... but there were a lot of hits and misses. On the appetizer front, the fish cakes were awesome. The Northern Thai Beef Salad was eh, and I was really looking forward to that (I'm not sure why, but I was). The other interesting one was some finely shaved ham with stuff on top. Sorry I can't get more descriptive than that cause it's been like two or three months, but that should tell you something -- it wasn't that memorable except that it lookd like a ham pizza of some sort.

Main courses were... um... so so? I got the pineapple braised short ribs in a green curry because I had read sooo much about it (because of course, months prior to actually going I had been reading up all sorts of reviews).. and after consuming it, I'm not sure why it got so much attention. The meat was good, fell right off, but there was no "pineapple" flavor and the green curry sauce itself was a) not that good and b) hardly there at all. Deluca had a Sea Bass of some sort, which was just eh. Lobster Afghan, though, hit the jackpot with her lamb shank. Oh man. The lamb just melted off the bone. It came with a sauce, too.

See? This is what happens when I eat somewhere and don't blog about it till months later. I come up with inspired gems like "It came with a sauce, too".

Afterwards we retired to Tabac Ciroc where we got champagne cocktails and yelled at each other over loud music. Champagne cocktails were good. The air purifiers we were promised would protect us from the cigar smoke all around us? Not so good. Blame the Afghan for that (as well as the destruction of Buddha statues in her native homeland).

What a lame ass post. Later dudes.

1 Comments:

Blogger halah said...

It's called Circa Tabac, Burty.
And pipe down about the smoke. Between guzzling down your booze and your continuous yapping, there's little chance you even took a breath that night.


-LLA

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