Kerry Says

This week I had dinner at one of my favourite restaurants. I hadn’t been in ages since I had been erroneously informed that it had closed. But it wasn’t (yay!). The windows had simply been boarded up while the place received a face lift.

This, like most face lifts has had the effect of making the place look sleek, shiny and discomfortingly like every other restaurant opened or renovated in the last three years.

It was once a cacophony of multicoloured mosaic tiles and mod-ish kitschy knick knacks with a stage suitable for the rock ‘n’ the roll and big ass TV which aired American football most of the time. (American football being a huge part of most pan-Asian décor don’t you know.)

It is now a tasteful (read bare) box full of dark wood and white pleather banquettes -- The bastard child of Spring Rolls and Salad King. A copy cat of every thai restaurant in the city.

The food (thank the lord almighty) is still the same…. Yumbo and fairly cheap.

But the feel of the place is now more doctor’s waiting room that exotic food emporium.

I am all for making things better, but does better really have to mean equal parts bland and bamboo?