Aw, wildfires make such great sunsets, don’t they? It’s ironic (as even Alanis Morrisette would attest to) that LA has the best sunsets due to excess smog and raging wildfires. A redish, pinkish silver lining, if you will.

It’s hot as blazes today, as I was driving down Laurel Canyon to the Valley, I watch as the temperature increases steadily…100…101…103…and finally reaching 105 as soon as I reach the Studio City. The air is thick with ash.

We nix the idea of going to Pitfire pizza. It’s too damn hot for pizza. When I arrive at Sid and Nancy’s house, I see that Nancy has already picked out an alternate place for us to dine. Plus, she is lactose intolerant and can’t enjoy pizza the way others do.

The newest LA Weekly lists the 99 Essential LA Restaurants and we see that the only Thai place mentioned is Kura Thai in NoHo. How crazy is that? Is Thai over? Is it so 2000 and late?

So, after Sid and Nancy down their glasses of mysterious pink liquid, we drive a few miles to a stretch of Sherman Way that is quite Asian restaurant heavy. A good sign.

Like the website says, White people love to go to ethnic restaurants that are mostly infused with peoples of the same ethnicity. If you go to an Indian restaurant and all you see are businessmen in suits, fanning themselves as they choke down Tikka Masala, you might not be in store for an authentic experience.

Since this place is known for it’s noodles, we order the obligatory Pad Thai

and the Pad Kee Mao (Spicy Mint Noodles) Both are excellent. The Pad Kee Mao has ground instead of sliced beef and this is a welcome change (pictured at the top, served on Krua Thai’s very own 80’s Saved By The Bell style plates)

The egg rolls were just ok, but the Boneless Angel Wings (ground up meat, veggies, breaded and fried) were quite excellent. I don’t know if these little devils actually exist in Thailand, but I don’t give a shit. Yum City.

All in all, a great place, but no better than the next. Well, that Pad Kee Mao was pretty excellent, maybe you should consider visiting the Valley for it.

After dinner, we head to the jumping Menchie’s Frozen Yogurt. On a disgustingly sticky, muggy, smokey night, the place is a perfect respite.

I tried to take a picture, but my camera melted before I had the chance.

As I drive away from the Valley at 8:30, I notice the temperature is still 101 degrees. Wow. Get me outta here!

13130 Sherman Way
North Hollywood, CA 91605