Days later, with this is in the back of my mind, I realized that my own more serious deadline was looming: crossing off every top 100 restaurant before the end of the year. With only 111 more days of 2011, I have 29 restaurants to go. It's time to get serious.


The source of all the panic: Pumpkin Buttercream candles, left, and the permanent Christmas display, right.
I must confess, however, that I may have recently, frequently, and delightedly idled at non top 100 restaurants. At Christine's recommendation, I went to Chowning's Tavern this weekend, also in Williamsburg, a replica of an old-style tavern with a fiddler and a self-important proprietor (all in period costume), and foods with strange names (breadsticks are "sippets" and small portions are "rashers"). I had peanut soup (with ham stock) and "rarebit," which in my imagination I associated with foods served at old ladies' houses that smell like dentures and mothballs. Rarebit features salty Virginia ham atop pieces of carefully-balanced, dried out bread, all drenched in high school athletic event quality cheese sauce.


My Virginia wine, cornbread (seemingly cooked in a cast iron skillet), and pasta entree were delicious, however, and my informative historian/waitress was charming. The next day, I found Greek church ladies selling sweets at the Farmer's Market, even though they didn't remotely resemble my own Yiayia's cuisine in either delicacy or flavor.

Back to Thai. I headed north today to Wheaton (that's in Maryland) to Nava Thai, a delicious, unassuming restaurant next to VFW Post 2562, Hung Phat grocery, and at least three body shops. In it, I had the best pad Thai, maybe of my life.

I started with the country beef salad (nuer nam tok), grilled flank steak tossed in ground roasted rice, onion, cilantro, and scallions in a chilli lime sauce. The meat was rich, tender, and flavorful and the tiny slivers of onions, cilantro, and lime gave it a refreshing coolness.

While it may be poor form to be an unadventurous amateur food critic when ordering Thai, I can't resist my favorite, pad Thai. Here, the noodles were tender but chewy, the sauce was flavorful and sticky and the shrimp happily basked in their delicious glaze. It was exquisite.
1 comment:
Wow, I just checked your top 100 list and you have made some serious progress! I so wish we were there to help you finish it out. Good luck and don't worry about the candles!
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