"Alright babe. Are you ready?" Danny asked. "This place is super authentic. I mean, they shut for a month every year just so they can go to Vietnam to get special ingredients." he told me enthusiastically.
"Vietnam?" I asked. "I thought this place was Thai."
"Well whatever." he said and got annoyed. (Especially when he realized my gas light was on and we wouldn't be going to any restaurant, regardless of its Asian roots, unless we pulled over and got gas.
We finally made it to "Telephone Thai" and I my initial impression was confusion as the place we parked at was called something different.
"Are we walking the rest of the way?" I asked. "I'm in heels."
But Danny explained that "Telephone Thai" was just its nickname because it was located on "Telephone" street.
The atmosphere was reminiscent of your local VFW.
Maybe they can pick up some decorations next time they're in "Vietnam".
Despite our 1pm arrival time at the restaurant, we still had to wait in line for a table. Danny was starving and super eager for our meal to come. I was too, as I'd really gone out on a limb and ordering the Pad Thai!!! I tried to distract Danny by taking his portrait, which he didn't appreciate.
I also tried to distract him from the lack of food by pretending my egg roll was a blunt.
Finally our food came so Danny was happy.
And finally we left the ghetto in which Telephone Thai was located and I was happy. (Example below.)
My official opinion on Telephone Thai is that it was a fun place with good food. I'd for sure go back.
Have any of you Houston peeps heard of it or been there? Do tell!