I rarely venture into the 'burbs for blog fodder, now that I've gone through all the conveniently located vegan-worthy places in Edina. So when Becca found this Thai place in Plymouth, we got excited! Branching out and all. Plus, it's Thai. Can't go wrong.
Except... 'member that time we went to that "Vietnamese" place in Mankato and it turned out to be poorly disguised mediocre Chinese? Um. I have bad news, Plymouth.
10100 6th Ave N #115
Plymouth, MN 55441
The $4 Fried Tofu we started with was promising. Oh, it had it's flaws, alright, but it didn't suck. The tofu was unbattered, and as far as I could tell it wasn't seasoned either. The slightly bitter aftertaste was allayed by the sweet and sour sauce that comes with the dish. Honestly, the tofu was good. Hot, crispy, and fried. They could've cut it into smaller pieces in order to have a higher ratio of crispy edges, but overall, this didn't make me want to invert my digestive system.
Enter the #36: Pad Puk, $8 with tofu. The menu's description is so enticing; it promises all these yummy-sounding veggies. And then, look! Doesn't it appear to be absolutely delicious?
One bite, and my illusions of spicy, snappy, fresh Thai vanished. My mouth was filled with warm, mediocre reality. This was crappy Americanized Chinese food! The sauce had so much sugar in it I had to throw in the towel. Well, I had to pick out all the tofu and onions for consumption, first. Then I threw in all the towels. As Liz Lemon would say, BLERG.
What would you do if you read about a dish where you could add the protein of your choice to the flavor of stir-fried garlic and crushed black pepper on a bed of lettuce with tomatoes and cukes with that classic Thai flavor for eight bucks? Like any unsuspecting hungry citizen, you would order it. Just like Becca, who got it with mock duck, and Matt, who requested tofu. Then the dishes would be placed in front of you, like so. First, mock duck.
And you would immediately start shoveling in the disappointment. Oh, and how bitter it tastes. Once again: these are two more variations on mediocre Chinese. They tasted different from each other, but in ways I'm too apathetic about to even describe properly. Matt mentioned he wished it was more than just tofu. Becca, when I asked if she would come here again, said something along the lines of, "... Ugh."
Well said, Becca. Well said.
If, for some reason, you wind up here - perhaps you've lost a bet or been blackmailed - your safest bet is to order from the wok menu. Ask your server if there's fish sauce in it. The curries aren't vegan for sure, and neither are the amazing-sounding Tofu Wontons.
Okay, I'm done complaing.
NO I'M NOT How this place got the apparent Google+ rating of 22 out of 30 when Roat Osha's stuck with a measly 18 is beyond me. I mean none of this is even REMOTELY authentic! At least, as far as I understand Thai, which is to say, I've never been to Thailand, and I suppose I've also never even been to China, so... BUT STILL.
I'm thinking of changing my middle name from Rose to First World Problems.