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The Intern goes down in a flaming puddle of (delicious) grease…King of Thai Noodle House

Updated: Apr 27, 2009 23:50
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This is what the Richmond looks like on a map.

I’ve recently moved to the Richmond, which, among many SF purists, isn’t in 'œThe City.'  I too used to be one of these loveable douchebags that thought there was nothing worth a damn past 19th Avenue.  But I’ve gotten over it, especially considering that my cheap rent, chill neighbors, huge house and proximity to Golden Gate Park has kept me pretty happy over the first month.

One night, I was stumbling along Clement on a walk to get out of the mountains of cardboard in my house and happened upon King of Thai Noodle House.  Considering that there are two in this neighborhood alone, as well as other locations, I figured it was safe.  Being the Thai food lover that I am, I was really excited when I sat down and there were about 6 different hot sauces and spreads at my table.
Looking at the menu, I actually saw a bunch of things I wasn’t sure about, so I simply pointed to something underneath the chef’s special. The girl gave me a funny look, but came back with this, which is when I realized I was more than fucked:

Thanks to Carlos A. from Yelp for a shot of the unidentifiable but totally memorable dish I had.

Thanks to Carlos A. from Yelp for a shot of the unidentifiable but totally memorable dish I had.

This was probably the craziest deep fried chicken I’ve ever had; not only did it sit on top of a bed of fried rice, it was served with SWEET AND SOUR SAUCE.  As if it couldn’t get any better, I attempted to eat until I absolutely could not move.  Although at this point I was pretty sure my waitress’s face was stuck in a mid-shitting expression, she still stared as I sat there, unable to get up or to move in my tights. This was probably the most unhealthy, un-Thai thing I’ve ever had, but it was pretty fucking amazing. Honestly, its around $10 but could probably feed you for days, as most fried food can. The worst part about this discovery? They deliver. For lack of a better phrase: Fuck my life.

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Monica Miller - The Intern

Monica Miller - The Intern

Ms. Miller was born in San Diego, CA to one lesbian mother and one
righteous, cheap father. Currently, she is enrolled at San Francisco
State University for a B.A. in Journalism and the approximate
completion date is around 2015. She has worked for many papers in the
Bay Area, including the Oakland Tribune and the San Mateo Country
Times and is currently the city editor at one of the most
underappreciated publications in SF, the Golden Gate [X]press. Though
she may find bargains aplenty, it only stems from the necessity of
never landing an actual job and working for hacks [like Stuart.] With
intelligence, style, poise, bite, and honesty, she will rip your heart
out; but not before writing some awesome, poignant shit. This year,
she is looking forward to bigger and better things such as: trying to
get paid for a gig, actually finding a date that isn't a loser or
fucking crazy, not calling her parents when hungover and bringing you
the best of the 7x7 everyday of the week. [By the way, I wasn't
kidding about the date thing; if you love food, booze and shoegaze,
get at me.]