#anyway I chose 2 because a little black pepper is alright

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Happy New Year’s have a Sneak Peak of Chapter 2 (it isn’t even named yet)

So because my irl job picks up with holidays I unfortunately will not be spending New Year’s joining the festivities. So to cheer myself up- while wishing everyone who actually likes this story a HAPPY NEW YEAR!- I will be posting a Sneak Peak of Chapter 2. God I hope you like it. 

Nakamori Aoko pulled her bag closer to her chest and anxiously checked the time. She was currently sitting on a concrete step outside of a ‘diner’ she could never afford to eat from. Her favorite sweater did little to comfort her nerves in the dark, silent, emptiness of the early morning. 2:54 a.m. was not a usual time for her to be active yet alone meeting up with someone but with this, she would make an exception. 

Aoko hadn’t heard from Jii-san in nearly a week and she was beginning to lose hope that he would ever tell her the answers she so desperately needed. The only reason she hadn’t fully given up was the fact that he had not told Kaito of their conversation. She knew this because Kaito had still acted the same during class and whenever they’d hang out together. If he had any suspicions he would definitely say or do something that would put her off his trail- so at least she was safe on that front. 

Two hours ago was the first time he had even acknowledged her. She was at home trying to sleep in her room (and not think about the Kaitou Kid situation) when her cell phone started ringing. Initially irked at whatever idiot was calling her at midnight, she looked at the caller I.D. and all her hostility vanished. She wasn’t expecting his call considering the hour, and the Kaitou Kid heist that had been announced that previous afternoon. 

When she answered her phone the only thing he told her was the time (3 a.m.), place (a high class ‘diner’ in a sketchy part of town several blocks away from both where she lived and Jii-san’s parlor), and that an associate of his will be meeting with her (just how many people knew of Kaito’s secret anyway!?).

She checked the time on her phone once more and tried to ignore how the dimly lit street looked like a murder scene from every horror movie, ever. Taking a deep breath she tried to settle her nerves by examining the ‘diner’ and letting her mind wonder. 

What was its significance? Jii-san owned his very own business and yet he chose to meet here? Why? Did he own this building too? 

Shaking her head she chided herself. Jii-san had enough on his plate with Kaito and The Blue Parrot, there was no way he’d be able to handle another business- least of all one as successful and grand as The White Rabbit diner. 

The White Rabbit may have been called a ‘diner’ by its owners but to anyone with eyes it was more along the lines of a high-class restaurant in its operations, expenses, and overall aesthetics. It was three stories tall and was built to resemble a western style cottage (on steroids) that hopped right out of a fairy-tale. True to its name the building was a dazzling , stainless, white that would turn colors depending on the lighting of the sun. It had large circular windows with bright red shutters and window panes around them. There was a small garden around the building and surrounding that was a picket fence that even a cat could step over. A tall chimney adorned the roof like a crown and Aoko seriously doubted its functionality. 

Much like the fence. She mused to herself. 

      Standing up, she checked the time again and after noticing it was two minutes till, she decided to take a walk around the building. 

Just to scope it out. Make sure Jii-san and his ‘associate’ aren’t waiting for me in the back. 

Clutching the strap of her purse she headed towards the back of the diner, combing her fingers through her hair in a soothing manner. She was approaching the corner where she would turn when she caught a movement in her periphery.

She froze, blue eyes wide and fingers still in her hair. The movement had looked exactly like a person headed in the same direction she was. Aoko could hear the rythmic clicks across the ground, like heels against concrete. A feeling of dread clawed its way to her chest. 

Was someone trying to break in? Was this the person she was meeting  or a murder looking for their next victim? 

 She shifted from foot-to-foot, ignoring every instinct in her body that was telling her to run away. If she left without even exploring- Jii-san would never tell her the truth. Going back to pretending that she didn’t know- pretending not to care that her best friend was risking everything, everytime he put on that monocle- was simply not an option. Whoever this mysterious shadow was- be it friend or foe- they had found themselves in her path. An obstacle in her way to Kaito and she’d be damned if she let them or anything else stand in her way!

Aoko summoned all her courage, sent a quick text to Jii-san (just in case it was him- or if it wasn’t him and she wound up dead), pulled out her pepper spray and slowly turned the corner. 

Perched nonchalantly on the second story balcony was (presumably) a woman Aoko had never seen before. Her face and arm (the one uncovered) were dressed in bandages and she wore an all black outfit that left little to the imagination of her body. Her lips were stained blood-red against a knowing grin and Aoko could barely make out wisps of blonde hair under the wrappings. 

When the covered lady noticed Aoko, her grin grew even wider and she stood to her full height. After staring at Aoko for a couple of heart beats she began to shake her head in mock incredulity. 

Aoko didn’t need to see this lady’s eyes to know that she was being sized up by her. Never one to take a challenge- nonverbal or otherwise- lying down, Aoko straightened her back and lowered her pepper spray just enough to indicate her lack of fear (a lie) but not enough to where she couldn’t reach it if things got dangerous (a promise). 

“My, my when he called me and told me I almost didn’t believe him and yet…” she gestured to Aoko as if showing her off to some imaginary audience. “… here you are.” The woman jumped down from her stoop, clinged to the railing before jumping off and flipping gracefully in front of Aoko. She approached her slowly while she continued. “All alone with no back-up to be seen.”

When she got within arms lenght, Aoko secretly applauded herself for not taking even the slightest step back. Ignoring how her back was so tense someon could shoot an arrow from it, she narrowed her eyes at the stranger and forced herself to speak. 

“I was told to come alone by someone I trust.” She took a deep inhale through her nose before adding, “At the risk of sounding rude, who the hell are you and why are you here?” The woman smiled in amusement. 

“Curious are we? Well I’ll tell you… Inside.”

Before Aoko could ask what she meant, the woman effortlessly ran up the side of the building (in heels no less!), latched on the railings of the balcony, and swung back up to her previous perch. She turned to look back down at Aoko over her shoulder and smiled as if daring her to follow. She then slid open the balcony doors and disappeared into the building.  

Aoko watched her in stunned silence, her mouth gaping like the fish Kaito hated so much. Did she expect Aoko to break into a building she was too scared to even enter in daylight hours (this restaurant was that extravagant)? Why should she follow anyway? She wasn’t even sure this was who Jii-san was referring to when he spoke about an associate.

Then again, the lady had spoken to Aoko in a way that was familiar. It felt as if this woman knew her and strangely, Aoko had found herself believing she had. Maybe she was just that desperate for answers- or maybe she really was the naive, ditsy, and gullible girl she was pretending to be all this time but something definitely stopped her from turning away. Vaguely she wondered if this was what Alice had felt when she followed that rabbit. Somehow Aoko doubted her story would go as smoothly as Alice’s especially since she refused to be just another side character or passive onlooker. Hoping what she was feeling was right she texted Jii-san one last time:

‘I hope this woman is with you.’  and clumsily climbed after her. 

This was the first time she would break her character of Inspector’s daughter. There was no justification that wasn’t completely personal to make this entry okay. If she got caught this would not be a s simple Misdemeanor like breaking into public building like school. This was private property and it would mean a full charge if she got caught. 

For some reason she couldn’t bring herself to care. 

A/N: Alright that’s the end of the sneak peek. Chapter 3 will include the incoming girl-talk. Damn Aoko you need to chill though. In a world where phantom thieves can mimic most everyone a phone call is just not enough confirmation girl! Maybe this stranger lady will give you the lecture I can’t. 

Anyway guys I’ve had a long day so once again I wish you a very Happy New Years!       

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In Lies: You Hide - The Moon

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Indian Reader

Words: 2.1k+

Warnings: None

Summary: From Tumblr Prompt @writing-prompt-s ‘When someone lies to you, you can feel the weight of how bad the lie is. little white lies are a barely there pressure while lying about murder feels like a truck is being balanced on your head. You’ve just asked your spouse how their weekend at their parents was, and the answer makes you feel like the entirety of the world is crushing you.’

(So after months, I’ve finally come to part 2. There’s a point that seriously, I have no idea what i’m writing anymore. I changed from Indian lawyer to Indian reader. If you want, you can always still imagine the reader as yourself, minus the skin tones and such. Let me know your thoughts about this. All mistakes are mine, and I really love feedback. Hope you enjoy this!)

Masterlist

Part 1

There was a thrum of energy as Judge Rogers leaned back against his chair listening to another fresh-faced associate struggle to explain how they had treated the case with bias due to the lawyer on the other side being Loki. Restraining the urge to grin like a shark especially when the smell of blood was so lovingly wafting over to him, he merely kept his smirk on.

The courtroom was Loki’s favourite place to be; the lies, the deceit, the sheer chaos of it all, was a wonderful cup of rose earl grey tea to him. He thrived on being a lawyer - embracing the slow coil of desire at the liberty it gave him, allowing him to twist and tease fact till it no longer held any shred of credibility - as his victim lay destroyed by another one of his lies. Such an incident would usually give him much satisfaction, however, his mind was preoccupied today.

His dear betrothed; a fierce spitfire compared to his ice, with her curves and butter soft skin, and he couldn’t help but chuckle soundlessly at the irony of opposites attract. They were meant to meet up today, together with their caterers for the cake and food testing, however, he had smoothly evaded her question of when he would arrive by answering that a case held more precedence.

He could very well leave by now, seeing how Rogers seemed to be pulling the last vestiges of his patience as the associate continued to blunder on till he help a hand up.

’Mr.Carter, if you don’t shut up, I will personally file a few lawsuits just so you will my chambers. Due to your personal bias, Mr.Loki’s client has been waiting for the past 8 months for this charade to come to an end. Your client has 2 hours to think about the plea deal, otherwise I’m taking this to trial. Now, leave, before I shoot you.’

Loki’s smirk slid off his face when the Judge turned to glare at him. He may be a shark, but Rogers was a mountain compared to him. Exceedingly brilliant as he was honest, he reminded Loki very much of you. He snapped out of his thoughts when he heard a low chuckle.

‘Counsellor, I don’t know if I should warn her or hug her. From what I heard, she’s more than capable off handling you. Anyways, get the fuck out. We all know this case is in the bag.’

Striding out of the office, Loki checked the watch on the wall in front of him. He just had enough time to meet you at the caterers, a small smile playing on his lips as he contemplated your reaction. He could have made another excuse but the thought of seeing your flustered look made him groan softly to himself. Finding his phone, he punched in a number heading towards the courtyard, ‘Niles, the caterers please.’

*

I struggled to keep a straight face as Loki moaned low, licking buttercream frosting off his finger as we both tasted the third cake. He had been attempting to seduce me the moment he slid out of a black BMW, lean and powerful, in a simple three piece suit. My jaw almost dropped when he reached down to squeeze my butt through the pencil skirt before sliding his hand up to the small of my back, ushering me inside. His low chuckle telling me he enjoyed my wariness and surprise.

The caterers were friends of Judge Rogers; Maria Hill and Pepper Potts together owned a small bakery that was just on the edge of town and it was only due to my love for long walks off to nowhere did I enjoy the seclusion it provided. I had managed to throw Loki off when I mentioned that our menu for the buffet had already been set.

Ignoring his look of surprise, we settled down to try the five different cakes I had selected to try. Loki dismissed the first cake the moment he laid eyes on it while I still chose to try a slice, closing my eyes the flavours of hazelnut chocolate and raspberry preserve hit my tongue. The second cake was called banana foster, a simple butter cake with a caramel and banana filling, that also included rum and cinnamon.

I wrinkled my nose at the slight scent of alcohol, shaking my head as I did not want to get drunk off a cake. Loki on the other hand, enjoyed it a little too wholeheartedly, his hand on my knee leaving no mystery to what he wanted. The third cake, was definitely a treat to my eyes and everything I had wanted for a wedding. Cherry blossom - half fruity, half floral, this cake was a unique dessert with a light, refreshing taste and an equally delicate flavour. Combining layers of strawberry and vanilla with rose ganache and cream cheese frosting on top, it was a girl’s dream come true.

Loki on the other hand, teased me by sucking buttercream frosting off his finger, quietly telling me how much he loved the soft pink and how good it would look on my skin in contrast. What a pleasure it would be to lick off this flavour off my clit, when I clamped a hand down on his thigh, squeezing hard.

*

‘Tell me, are your parents dead?’

Your voice washed over him like a cold slap of air. You didn’t care when you saw the flash of hurt in his eyes before he grimaced at the taste of the cake, pushing the plate away. Masking the surprise at your words, he attempted a nonchalant shrug, wondering how long had you known that he had been lying about his parents. Nobody knew the truth about his family and he chose to keep it that way - being the black sheep of the family would be of no surprise to anyone.

Slowly standing up, he pulled her chair away from the table, circling her, like a wolf stalking its trembling, paralysed prey. She was anything but terrified as he leaned towards her, growling in her face. She sat promptly, completely unaffected except for the frown still in place, her legs crossed. His eyes darkened to bottle green as the scent of cinnamon and chocolate tickled his nose. Even when he stopped behind her; puffs off his hot breath brushing against the skin of her neck, she didn’t move.

Her skirt slightly rode up as she leaned forward to reach for the next cake - the ever classic red velvet. His mouth watered at the sight of fabric stretching over that luscious, round ass, vivid images of her bending over his desk, his hand coming down to spank each globe filled his mind. The simple white blouse she wore accentuated her full breasts, and he wanted to tear off every button, watching them expose inch after inch of creamy brown skin as the fabric moved from each breath she took.

‘Your parents don’t approve of you, or your proclivities, do they?’ Pressing his lips to her shoulder, he stilled as she slowly turned to offer him a bite of cake from her fork. Sighing, she finished the slice and stood up to cut herself another slice willing her migraine to stop. It felt like a truck had decided to sit on her head and she wanted to head home and knock herself out with sleeping pills. Turning around, she leaned against the edge of the table. A foot shorter than him and yet she showed no fear, her gaze directly on him. ‘Were you planning on making them disappear? Is that why you lied about your weekend?’

He took a deep breath, shock lancing through him as her words hit their mark. How could she have possibly known the truth and his true intentions? Unless, he suddenly took in her demeanour, she wouldn’t stop scrunching her nose muttering about balms and sleeping pills, constantly sighing and turning away from the sun’s glare shining through the windows.

She was a open book; her honesty and goodness shining out of her every time she smiled. He wanted to preserve that smile on her face, not see her frowning in displeasure especially because of him. His lips thinned slightly as she huffed out in discomfort. The moment she looked him in the eye, every cell in his body screamed to dominate her. Her confidence in her abilities as well as her body was admirable - he could see the seams of her pencil skirt were about bursting.

Stepping into her space, he tugged her closer to him, his hand burning through the thin layer of her shirt at her back, trailing a long, cool finger down her cheek as she stared at him wide-eyed. Finally, a reaction worthy of his taste.

‘It’s alright, my darling. I will never hurt you, not you. Not here…’

The desperation to taste her, mark her was slowly driving him mad. How sweet it would feel, her soft moans as he stretched her arms over her head and her legs apart; wrists and ankles in his leather cuffs bound to the bed. His silk sheets gliding against her skin, as he would tease her with his fingers and lips; his skin tone a direct contrast to her beautiful bronze.

Picking her up, he gently set her down on the table, her head tipped back against his hand reached up to cradle it. Rummaging in her bag, he found the small bottle of sweet-minty smelling balm that she so coveted. He held it above her head when she reached for it, his voice slightly husky. ‘Let me, my dear. After all, it is my right as your husband to take care of your every need.’

Her eyes widened as the weight tripled, letting out a silent scream and she slipped into darkness.

*

He gently spread the balm in soothing circles on her forehead, the sudden urge to protect her, cherish her filling him. Even fast asleep, Y/N let out a small moan of relief that was music to his ears, his eyes glued to her body. Sinful thoughts ran through his head whenever she shifted, his shirt sliding across her hips. Every breath he took was carefully exhaled, perfectly planned as his eyes wandered up and down.

Softly, he pushed aside her braid, letting the overside of his fingers slide down her collarbone that was exposed in his shirt. He didn’t understand the need for him to have to dress her in something with colour, but he dug in his wardrobe till he found an old yellow shirt, slightly worn from several washes. You shivered, whimpered softly as the anticipation of branding his mark over her creamy brown skin had him clenching his fist tightly.

Unable to help himself, he slid the blanket covering her lower half, exposing her to him as he slid a pale hand up her leg, tracing the thighs full of hickeys, and the finger shaped bruises on her hips where his fingers had bit into her when she rode him. He knew her breasts held the same marks, her throat lightly bruised from his chokehold.

He couldn’t believe it when she passed out from a simple lie; yet, instinctively he knew, she had figured out that he had made plans for her to disappear like his parents. Stealing a quick look at her, he lightly stroked a bruise on her thigh, lightly pressing eliciting a soft sigh from her.

Picking her up in his arms, he had told Maria they would take the last cake; Honey and lavender - vanilla cake soaked in honey-lavender-white wine with honey-goat cheese frosting, something that suited the both of them. He had Niles rush them back to his apartment, understanding that his lying was physically hurting her.

After applying the balm and changing her out of the confining clothes, he laid her down in his king sized bed with silk sheets that now just seemed too much. Sitting next to her, he had gotten the shock of his life when she suddenly sat up to straddle him, rubbing herself against him. ‘Loki, you have to help me. It’s too much, and I need relief. Need you in my wet pussy.’

Crude seduction had never worked on him before, he preferred women of class and stature but those words sent his cock springing to attention. The next few hours were a blur as she humped him until she came again and again, completely soaking his pants till he lost control, and buried his tongue in her pussy just so he could answer the question of how she tasted. The answer: divine and sweet. He stayed there for several minutes, alternating between biting the soft skin of her thighs and licking her clit as she dripped onto his tongue before collapsing still after the 9th orgasm.

Breathing hard, he stared at the small woman next to him. She was a match made for him.

In one week, they would be man and wife.

What would she do when he told her the truth?

Forever bae <3:

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Thai Indeed Ethnography

Saturday, September 23, 2017

Thai Indeed is located in Scarborough, Ontario at 3081 Kingston Road. It is situated on a busy street, but it is slightly difficult to notice unless you are passing through there everyday. Some trees obscure it from view if you are driving East. There are few parking spaces, but the plaza is never too busy and people don’t stay long, so it’s not hard to get a spot. The quiet plaza has a seemingly abandoned appliance shop right next to Thai Indeed, a flower shop, a shop for home decor, two salons, a tattoo place, a wine store, a carpet store, a European bistro called Vi Pei, a Japanese restaurant called Sushi & Wok, and finally, a convenience store on the opposite corner.

We get out of the car at approximately 1:20 PM. A sign on the door informs us that Thai Indeed will be closed on Tuesdays and making slight adjustments to their hours, which we take note of. On our way in, a white, middle-aged man makes his way out, carrying a closed paper bag and a can of coke. I presumed that he had ordered for pick up, and my dad held the door for him as he left. The first thing I noticed upon entering was a chalkboard sign that had “We’re the Diamond Winner for Best Thai Restaurant” written on it, and while that’s something that creates a good impression, I must say that it’s quite difficult to search up what exactly the Diamond Winner or the Diamond Award is. And Thai Indeed is not the only one that has apparently won this award. Other Thai restaurants have won it as well.

We’re greeted by a Chinese woman, who allows us to choose a spot to sit. There are no customers, and every table is neat and tidy, although six more customers, all in parties of two, eventually filter in after us. The fact that it was a sweltering day may have been a factor for the low number of customers. The Chinese woman, who happens to be the lone waitress, hands us menus when we choose our seat, immediately grabs an extra set of cutlery/dishes (since there were only two sets in the spot we were sitting, and we needed three), then pours us each a glass of ice water. She’s courteous, but not overly friendly to us for the duration of our stay.

The ambience of the restaurant is relaxing and exotic. There’s mellow music playing softly in the background, but I can’t quite identify the language. It gets a little dark the farther you sit within the restaurant, but the large windows in the front of the restaurant, with brown bamboo blinds raised at the top, allow for lots of natural light to come in. At the back of the restaurant are a few stacked boxes and two high chairs and an elevated plastic seat for small children. The walls are white, and flat, mahogany brown chair rails line every one. The front desk matches the chair rails. Scattered across the walls are several minimalist paintings with vibrantly coloured lines, images of Thai food, and images of tropical place. There are also a few dark brown shadow boxes high on the walls that hold cans of various main Thai ingredients, such as coconut milk. The paintings vary from being black and silver to being a bright red and orange in colour. The ceiling is black, with several yellow pot lights embedded in the tiles. Like the ceiling, the floor is also black, made with 2 by 1 tiles with a white and grey linear design. Each table is made of fine, dark brown wood, and all the chairs are comfy black leather. The booths, located on the walls of the restaurant, have dark brown leather benches, and drop lights with vintage style elongated bulbs, giving off a more intimate lighting. The cutlery and dishware are all plain in design. Overall, the layout of Thai Indeed is very minimalistic and simple, but I feel that the dark tones and simplistic style complement the colourful and eye-catching dishes. I feel relaxed and ready to dig in.

Speaking of the dishes, we are quickly served Thai Iced Tea and a large bowl of Coconut Soup with chicken. The Thai Iced Tea is a bright salmon colour, and is sweet and extremely milk-heavy. It’s very good, though I wouldn’t advise anyone who is lactose intolerant to get it. I have a small aversion to milk, so I don’t end up finishing the drink. There are other juices, soft drinks, teas, and even bubble teas on the menu. The wide variety of choices when it comes to drinks pleases me and makes me want to try something else the next time I go here. The Coconut Soup is steaming hot and comforting. It includes coconut milk, pieces of chicken, some pieces of lemongrass, sliced mushrooms, and some kaffir leaves. It also has a slight spice to it, but definitely doesn’t make your tongue swell up or anything; it would be perfect to eat on a cold day or when you’re sick because it really clears the throat and has a very nice fragrance. As we’re eating the soup, several people come in for pick up. A majority of them are white, with maybe a Chinese man and two Hispanic ladies. It seems like ordering for pick up is more popular than dining in here. Nonetheless, the waitress is quick to get their orders. She seems to know what they’ve ordered immediately as they walk in, which makes you believe that they have a very organized system when it comes to dealing with pick ups. An uber driver even shows up to deliver, and the waitress immediately hands him the right bag. She thanks all of them, and wishes them a good day.

Next comes the Deep-Fried Calamari, which is a bit overpriced in my opinion, considering the batter tastes quite dry, especially compared to the later more delectable dishes. It’s possible that they are ordered frozen. However, the layout of the dish stays true to Thai standards. The calamari is neatly decorated with an orange slice on top of a piece of lettuce, a small cut of a stock of celery, and a few shredded carrots. It also comes with peanut sauce and a sour sauce most likely made with a bit of vinegar with cucumbers and chili in it. We finish it despite its dry, bland taste. The Thai Grilled Beef comes after it’s sweet and spicy, and, similar to the calamari, it has an orange slice, lettuce, celery stock and pickled carrots topped with black herbs. The meat is pleasantly easy to chew on and has a nice texture. I notice that the restaurant phone keeps ringing, and it automatically says the caller ID aloud, which is a little awkward and disrupts the atmosphere from time to time. Luckily, the waitress doesn’t keep it ringing for long.

Then comes Indeed Pad Thai with chicken and shrimp, in a large heap of noodles and ground peanut bits with a lime, an orange slice, and more peanuts on the side. It has a nice, smooth texture, and has no spice, instead having sourness as its main flavour. That’s when we all start to feel hot, most likely because we chose a seat by the window, and today was unusually hot for the season. There is no air conditioning or any fans, so my dad goes downstairs to the washroom to wash up a little.

Soon after comes my own order, the Garlic Sauce with Tilapia. It’s easily the most vibrant and busy dish, which I find impressive. The golden crispy fish is covered in green and red peppers, garlic slices, carrots, and, you guessed it: an orange slice on a piece of lettuce. I have to work a little bit to get to the fish since it’s hidden under everything, but the first bite has me feeling quite good about my decision - the crispiness of the fish blends exceptionally well with the creaminess of the sauce and is perfect with the dryness of the complementary rice (cutely served in the shape of a star on its own separate plate). Overall, while all the dishes looked pretty similar in aesthetics and decor, they did ultimately follow the “Thai aesthetic”, making everything neat, colorful and aromatic - the food is really eye-catching and elicits excitement. The flavours of each dish are differ from one another, creating the famous palate blending Thai food is known for.

As I reach my eating limit, I take a moment to observe the other patrons, two South Asian men, a white elderly couple, and two white women, all conversing casually and ordering beers and mostly small appetizers. For a moment, I feel like we’ve ordered too much, but I push that thought aside rather quickly. I also take notice of the kitchen, which can be partially seen from our table. From what I can see, there isn’t a door, it’s all made with stainless steel, and there are at least 2 chefs. You can still hear the food being made and the chefs conversing from time to time, but it’s not noisy enough for you to immediately notice it the second you walk into the restaurant. It balances out the tranquility of the front of the house. I notice that there aren’t too many choices for dessert, but I’m alright with that. We’re too full to order any desserts anyway, so we ask for two styrofoam boxes to take home our leftover fish and beef, making sure to eat the oranges and pack the lime. As we pay the bill, our waitress leaves us each a guava candy - it’s a Chinese brand, but it’s something that’s often handed out in Thai restaurants around Scarborough after meals. She thanks us for coming, says she hopes to see us again, and as soon as we leave the table, she immediately gets to work cleaning up after us. She is very hospitable and quick on her feet, which is something I’m sure everyone can appreciate in a waitress. We pull out of the humid, hot parking lot at approximately 2:30 PM. I’m surprised that we were only there for a little over an hour, but I think that was thanks to our waitress being so fast and on top of everything, as well as the small amount of customers.

(Posted 2017-09-29)