I wanted to post this in the best things you have eaten lately thread, but I was in too much pain afterward to call this meal one of the best lately. I also considered posting in the worst thing lately thread, but this dish was so unqiue, and genuinely new and even exhilirating to me, that it didn't seem right either.
So I thought a new thread might be appropriate - for those things that aren't quite the best or worst, but are so memorable, exciting or one-of-a-kind that you just need to post about them.
So the wildest thing I have eaten lately (actually the spiciest, but it doesn't seem to deserve it's own thread) was catfish pad pad at Pam Real Thai on 9th Ave. and 49th St. in Hells Kitchen, Manhattan.
I went to this place after a long night of document review at work, at my girl's recommendation. I was a little skeptical - authentic, delicious food in Manhattan anywhere above Canal and below 125th? Impossible! (I am being a bit hyperbolic, I know).
Anyway, one look at the menu let me know this place was the real deal, at least in presentation. It was basically like Spoon or TAC with all the "secret" items on the same menu as the Ameri-Thai. Wanting a change from my usual papaya salad and some kind of noodle soup combo, I went with the dish that had the greatest number of hot peppers next to its English description. While som tum, khao soy, and pad kee mao each carried 1 little pepper, the catfish pad pad had 5! I mean, there wasn't even anything on the menu with 2 or 3. It was like you could only choose between mildly spicy, and wildly spicy. I went with the latter.
Basically, it was deep fried catfish (w/ skin and bone) chunks in a thick, oily paste of crushed red chiles, red curry, and basil with a few scatterings of halved thai eggplant. The server tried to talk me out of ordering it, but in doing so he may have said too much - I had no choice not too after that.
It was a good dish. I couldn't finish more than half of it (it was, however, a big plate). By the end I was sweating, sneezing and tearing, and trying my best not to let anyone else, especially the suspicious servers and good looking girls notice. It was mind-numbingly hot. It was like getting maced. And I should know, because in a random incident two weeks ago, I accidentally got maced while waiting for some fried chicken at 4am.
Would I eat it again? Definitely not on its own. This dish is probably meant to be consumed family-style with a number of offerings to cool, soothe, offer contrast. Did I regret it? Maybe a little last night at 4am when I woke up hallucinating that a demonic, lava-spitting catfish was swimming through my intestines. But today as I write this doing the same boring thing at work, shit, it was awesome. Definitely the wildest thing I've eaten in a long time.
Sahtayn!
M
"By the fig, the olive..." Surat Al-Teen, Mecca 95:1"