Bachelor Pad Thai

No bachelor pad would be complete without piles of empty take-out cartons. Particularily, if the pad was covered in cutesy photos of yarnballs and flowers. gbc called led for help on this endevor and they feasted on noodles from the local shop on the corner of 29th and church.

The noodle house was actually quite nice -- airy space without as much pretention as we expected from blow-me valley. Not nearly as over-the-top as Osha in our gritty frontyard! But we couldn't be swayed from take-out so that we could get back to our smelly charge: Cosmo the squat. We sat on two of an entire row of chairs devoted to taking pad thai to go! The wait wizzed by in no time at all.

Back at the bachelor pad, we dug into our tasty treats. The noodles were a nice consistancy without even a note of barnyard fishsauce. Lots of veggies; though we both agreed that pickled baby corn is gross-o to the max-o. Luckily Cosmo was there to eat led's scraps. gbc likely tucked them behind her ears for later. Yuck!

Just kidding about that last part. And if Cosmo puked later, then also scratch the previous sentence.

The pad thai, while delicious, lacked the richness and refined presentation that we desire. Therefore, we gave it a nice solid 3 of 5 tofu chunks. It's not likely that we'd tramp out to noe valley again, but if it was within a few blocks of our houses, we'd return.