I got the Pad Thai. It was fantastic. Perfect actually, as good as Pad Thai gets. Twas our last night in Seattle and I painstakingly packed it as a "snack" during the plane trip home - after all, nothing makes a trip go better than lots of plane food and searching for cloud animals. I envisioned the other passengers green with envy as they watched me nibble on the goodness. The noodles were fantastic, the chicken was perfectly done, two stars was just right - my tummy was in heaven.
My husband ordered the Crispy Garlic Chicken, a "Signature Dish", three stars. It was TO DIE FOR! The chicken was PERFECTLY fried with a light, delicate breading. The sauce was sweet, but not too sweet and just seriously made you want more. But the best part was the fried basil leaves... perfectly crunchy with a tiny explosion of flavor that made you want to swoon. When I got my first bite (we tend to graze and share) I regretted my Pad Thai decision (what you say???). OMG! I just kept reaching over for another taste....just one more tiny chicken morsel with a basil leaf...well, just maybe one more....At one point we looked at one another and said, in unison, "This is one of the best things I have ever had in my mouth." Yes, it was that good. We finished the Crispy Garlic Chicken, licked the styrofoam container clean, and waddled upstairs to an early bedtime (plane left at 6 a.m.) at about 9.
And that was when the troubles began....
At 10 I was still awake (hmmmmm?????) and had drank my first glass of water. By 11 I was still awake and had drank a second. Midnight....still awake...panicked that a third glass may not make me through the night. One o'clock (who's counting?) I lurched to the kitchen, yet again, mind busy and racing, for another glass of water. Not a big deal...the alarm was set for 3 after all. And then, thankfully, at 2:30 I fell into a dream filled sleep of the damned (thirsty still). What a disaster. As I stood at the mirror applying makeup to the bags under my swollen eyes, my husband began to regale me with tales of his own sleepless/dream filled nightmare of a night, dying of thirst....and then it hit us. MSG.
To make a long story even longer: I left my small package of carefully wrapped Pad Thai behind in Seattle, unwilling to risk another night in Hell. Could we be wrong? Well I suppose it could be something else that caused our lack of sleep, wild dreams, and feelings of Mohave dehydration. But what ever it was I will never eat at Chada Thai again. Alas.
So, if you want AMAZING food, eat here and get the CRISPY GARLIC CHICKEN!!!! Trust me! But do not expect to sleep that night. Hence the (1 + 5)/2 = 3. Sigh.