The perfect Penang
Beef was a dish worth the risk of peripheral neuropathy. I’d gladly take the
B12 deficiency if it meant I got to eat dishes like this for the rest of my
life. As long as the neuropathy doesn’t affect my mouth/taste buds, I’ll just
sit and eat! Not nearly as memorable as the Bird’s Nest, but a sumptuously
sweet curry sauce with chewy strips of beef. The veggies are scrumptiously
stir-fried a la Asian, and they don’t look or taste oily so you can pretend
it’s healthy.
Another fun activity that few places provide better than My Thai is the ability to believe that your abstaining from meat for one meal will save the world and convince everyone to be more sustainable by following your excellent example. Enjoy your brief vacation in veganism, you cow-saving bad ass!
The Bird’s Nest was clearly an extra half-star. Innovative and practically iconic, this beautiful dish is undoubtedly the crowning glory of My Thai, and if served to the right people, just might help PETA and vegans win the war again animal products. Also undoubtable, is my return to My Thai. After all, this is the only place my Hindu b/f and I can sit down to a steaming dish of beef without being smited by his gods. Just make sure to order medium rare…
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