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Next was beef-liver salad, which I ordered as a challenge because I always loathed Mom’s unspeakable liver and onions. The liver here was in slim slices, rare and tender, coated with toasted rice powder, onions, chilies, and spicy lime juice, with carrots, lettuce, and all manner of veggies. It was almost like foie gras from a cow (or maybe a calf), but with spicy Asian seasonings. Score one for Isaan versus Mom. I loved it, passionately — a shocking new form of comfort food.

For a starchy soother, we ordered Isaan’s steamed, sticky “sweet rice,” the classic starch of northern Thailand that allows you to eat sensually with your fingers. (If you’ve ever spent time in India or Sri Lanka and gotten used to using your fingers, you regret having to go back to cold, hard steel.) You pick up blobs of sticky rice, roll them around morsels of the other food, and pop them into your mouth. The starchy rice is also better at cooling the fires than the slim and elegant long-grain jasmine rice that’s also available, which is lovable but better suited to the milder, coconutty palate of Bangkok and the Malay-ethnic south. (Another finger-picking possibility with the salads: you can eat some of them Vietnamese-style, wrapping everything up in loose lettuce or cabbage leaves.)

Spicy raw beef was another killer, and I don’t mean that the meat was a threat. (This is a dish mmm-yoso raves about under its Thai name, koi soi.) Several of my Bay Area favorite Thais served this, but it’s hard to find in San Diego, where food paranoia forever strikes deep. Sab-E-Lee does the right thing: they don’t use pre-ground beef (which is indeed dangerous) but hand chop excellent steak in-house. This way, you’re eating the interior of the muscle, which has never been exposed to the nasties. The tender beef (it tastes and feels like sirloin) is coated with toasted rice powder, lemongrass, lime juice, and dried Thai crushed chilies and chopped green herbs (maybe Thai basil). The menu says there’s tripe in there, too, but I didn’t spot any, or want it.

By now, we were all steaming, and Saint Steve broke out his secret supply of cotton bandannas to daub our foreheads. The next course seemed milder — or we’d moved to chili heaven, our mouths so adapted to full-out spice that it seemed normal. Tom yum soup with shrimp, a five-star dish if there ever was one, had red specks over the surface but tasted almost mild as well as rich and sweet from the caramelized sugars of plentiful onion shreds and an army of tenderly cooked garlic cloves. The broth was the thickest, most substantial I’ve ever encountered in this dish, and the lemongrass and kaffir lime laid way back, lending support instead of grabbing center stage. It resembled the best French onion soup you ever tasted, with brighter seasonings instead of melted cheese. The bowl was full of big, juicy Asian mushrooms and tender, moist large shrimp. It was the ultimate tom yum goong. (Beginners’ alert: don’t chew on the tough green kaffir lime leaves or the woody lemongrass pieces lurking near the bottom, which look like scallions but aren’t.)

Catfish is the main edible fish on Southeast Asian rivers and canals. As larb, it has many of the same elements as other meat salads here but tastes new again with fish: it’s chopped, grilled, faintly smoky, and, mixed with the strong seasonings, not the least muddy or “catfishy.” Whole roasted peanuts provided crunch and relief from the spice, and there was another unidentified species in there that looked like thick yellow onion slices but with a pleasantly chewy, rubbery texture, like sea cucumber. Maybe better not to know what it was, but I liked it.

We also ordered Isaan sausages (which come in a red curry or fried rice), but the kitchen was all out of sausages that night, including another variety from the Lanna region in the northwest. (They’re all imported, not house-made.) I’m recommending both without even trying them, after eating them repeatedly from street-braziers in Bangkok and inside the farang-free Chiang Mai Day Market.

Sam was surprised that I didn’t order any of the four curries offered on the menu. But curries are available at any Thai place in town and tend to be southern or “Royal Thai” — palace recipes taught to professional chefs at the palace cooking school and now endemic all over Siam and America. A great idea, and I think the king and queen are super cool, but it does tend to standardize the cooking, erasing interesting regional differences in favor of haute-cuisine, tourist-ready renditions. However, bloggers single out Sab-E-Lee’s Panang curry for praise. It would certainly provide a soothing coconut-milk coating for a burning mouth. I’ll try it next time, when I’m less greedy for pure Isaanese flavors.

Last dish: time for a noodle concoction. I was thinking of pad see ewe, or even pad Thai, to ramp down the spices and end with something easy (these are also blogger faves) but noticed another genre of food we hadn’t tried, a group of “spicy mint leaf” dishes. I chose Spicy Mint Leaves Noodles with seafood. (Next time, I’ll go for #35 on the menu, Spicy Mint Leaves with Steamed Pork Leg — another food-blog rave.) The noodles were wide, both soft and toothsome, with herbs and bean sprouts. The mixed seafood included tender tilapia and squid, elaborately carved to resemble the ornate towers of a Buddhist wat; shrimp; and slightly overcooked green-lip New Zealand mussels. The dish seemed sweet and soothing at first, maybe a three on the heat scale until it whipped out a concealed lash of chilies that turned the aftertaste fiery.

“I can’t wait to get home and take notes on this dinner,” I said, sounding totally insane, since note-taking is work. But we were all enjoying the same strange surge of mental energy and clarity. I know that chilies pack a powerload of nutrients, but do they also sharpen the mind and stimulate the chi (life force)? Maybe so. As we left, I bid Koby good-bye with a little wai and the hello/good-bye greeting, “Sawadi kaa,” drawing out the female ending, “kaa,” to three protracted, musical syllables — the long, fiery exhalation of a well-fed dragon lady.

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justpeachey March 6, 2009 @ 2:50 p.m.

I just have to say first off, I am a big fan of Naomi. I read the reviews every week and have been to just about every restaurant around this city. That being said, I couldn't agree less about this restaurant. We arrived at 6:30 on Tuesday night and stood outside just over an hour. Don't get me wrong, I understand waiting for a place with 4 tables and great food but this just wasn't worth it. We had to ask the waiter at least 5 times for wine glasses and when he finally showed up with 2 brown plastic drinking glasses, mine had something green inside. I took it out with my finger and poured my wine. I wasn't about to wait any longer for a new glass. There were others there that night because of Naomi's review and there were some in far worse shape than we were. I won't bore you with any more details I just wanted to issue a fair warning to any other people out there who, like me, will go to any restaurant that Naomi praises. You might want to think twice about this one.


619hotstuff March 4, 2009 @ 2:15 p.m.

Hi Namoi,

I happen to come across your article on At last, True Thai. I'm Laotian and have been here for over 20+ yrs. Even though Laos is not well known in the media but we're still proud of who we are. One of your sentence in the article "It's more like Laotian food, or so I hear, but who knows Laotian food." That right there, OFFENDED me. You shouldn't have phrase it like that. We might not have restaurants around the US and might not be as well known as Thai people. But that's ok, I'm pretty content with how things are now. You should have done a little more research on both of the two country before you wrote that sentence. FYI- we do have some little Mama and Papa restaurants here in San Diego. It might not be well known through out in the media or written about. But in the Lao community, it's well known. I hope that in the future before you write your next article, you've done a little more research on your topic.


ButterflyWarrior May 9, 2009 @ 12:07 a.m.

I'm excited.. been to a dozen thai places... and while I have a few places I like with a few dishes I enjoy.. none have truly intrigued me .... this place sounds right!!! Your article makes me smell the spice already. I made Tom Kah Soup tonight and on my own and still longing for that taste I miss from Thailand itself or at least my dad who is from there but I don't live with him! :)


junglejohn Feb. 26, 2009 @ 5:43 a.m.

I am San Diego native, living and working on the island of Borneo for many years now, still accessing Reader via Internet. I work in Thailand quite regularly, just want to complement you on your description of the essence of Thai cuisine - I thought very well done- you have really captured the feel. Well done for a tourist vs a regional native. I agree 100% with your descriptions and analysis. I go back to SD twice a year, will be sure and visit the restaurant. Thanks so much for the dua.



msnform Feb. 26, 2009 @ 9:49 a.m.

is Saint Steve married? does he want to be?

great review, thanks for the tip!


sd_rider Feb. 26, 2009 @ 2:58 p.m.

Can hardly wait to try Sab-E-Lee. We've been to DeDe's several times since reading your review of that wonderful place. Thanks so much!


Fred Williams Feb. 27, 2009 @ 11:05 a.m.

Naomi, it's a shame you didn't cross the Mekong and spend some time in Laos. The larp there is far better than what you can find in Issan, as well as much cheaper. I love it when it's got mint leaves mixed in and hot as fire, washed down with the only beer worth drinking in SE Asia -- Beer Lao.

The Lao people are more friendly, though less skilled in English than the Thai, and still suffer greatly under their corrupt and feudalistic government. That's what drives so many of them to seek a better life in Thailand, and leads them to be cruelly tricked into prostitution or worse.

In the several months I was working in and around Vientiane I had two meals in Laos that were particularly memorable:

  1. Ant soup. A special type of small red ants that feed on mango are added into a regular soup, giving it a wonderfully tangy taste...and floating dead ants on top. Weird, but good.

  2. Fried field rat. You'd never want to eat a rodent that lives in water like the common rat, but field rats are just as healthy as rabbits (another type of field rodent). It was spitted on a stick and roasted over an open fire, then shared with the household -- everyone picking little bits off to go with the sticky rice. Quite surprisingly good.

Now before anyone replies in disgust, you should know that when I gave some cheddar cheese to my Lao co-workers they politely accepted, put a small piece in their mouths and immediately spit it out as the most awful thing they'd ever tasted.

When I told them how it's made, they turned white and vowed never to try that horrible and unhygienic stuff ever again.

Thanks for your article, Naomi...it brings back memories.


kathryn619 March 3, 2009 @ 11:07 a.m.

Uh Oh! The neighborhood secret is OUT now. If you do eat here you MUST try the Shrimp Pad See Ew & the Yellow Curry-Naomi MISSED OUT!!


kathryn619 March 13, 2009 @ 10:06 a.m.

justpeachey-GET A GRIP!! Bring in your own glass or go next door to the liquor store and buy one! They are SUPER busy now because of this review! If you are in a hurry...call in and order it to go!! It's a VERY tiny place!!


Naomi Wise March 26, 2009 @ 10:01 p.m.

To 619hotstuff: I'm sorry to have offended you and certainly meant no offense -- but the Reader has very few readers who are familiar with Laotian food unless, like yourself, they are Laotian or, like Fred in these postings, has visited Laos. (That's what I meant by the expression, "who knows Laotian food?") It's an almost unknown cuisine here, since the country has very little tourism (compared to Thailand, where it's a national industry) and few local restaurants serving it, compared to the ubiquity of Thai and Vietnamese restaurants. I would LOVE to learn more about Lao food -- can you help me so that I can "research better?" Would you be so kind as to recommend your favorite Mom'n'Pop Lao restaurants in the area where I can go to taste authentic Laotian cuisine at its best? Thank you in advance.


Naomi Wise March 26, 2009 @ 10:13 p.m.

To Fred Williams: Thanks for your fascinating post. I have indeed eaten a water rodent -- Trinidadian manicou, a critter resembling nutria, when my friends down in Sando (San Fernando, about 2 hours south of Port of Spain) threw a "wild meat barbecue." (Later, I ate it again at a post-Carnival fair in POS.) Manicou is typically served curried because it's gamy-greasy. My BBQ friends wanted to serve agouti as well, an arboreal rodent resembling a squirrel, said to be really tasty, but the agoutis were faster than the guys hunting them, this time.

Fred, we have to stop meeting like this. To use the most frightening words known to males, we need to talk. Please continue the conversation by emailing me at [email protected]


Naomi Wise March 26, 2009 @ 10:24 p.m.

To justpeachey and everybody else who encountered huge crowds at the restaurant: In the high-gamble restaurant industry, most restaurants close within their first year unless they get positive media coverage. Naturally I wanted to keep this amazing little restaurant alive but the problem with reviewing a small restaurant is that everybody pours in there all at once, the week of the review, and a small restaurant just can't handle this sort of influx -- even the dishwashers (human or electric) have nervous breakdowns. I wish I could have given orders like Big Nurse: If your name starts with A - E, go this week. F through J, next week, etc. I did warn it was small and would be packed. Please give it another try in about two months -- that's typically how long it takes until the "media glow" wears off and the restaurant is just a little more crowded, routinely, with new fans added to the neighborhood eaters, than it was before the review came out. Sorry you had a bad time.


Fred Williams March 27, 2009 @ 12:44 a.m.


I've sent you an email with inappropriate pictures of myself riding a pink tank down Wenceslas square.

I'm considering entering a new line of work...emergency dishwasher.

Teaming up with you, I'll go to the restaurants you favorably review just as the tsunami of customers hits. They'll pay any price to have my professional dish washing skills on site. We'll make a killing, Naomi!

I'm looking forward to your reply...but if you don't like my dish washing proposal, then be sure to have a good look at the email I forwarded you from my business associates in Nigeria.




Fred Williams March 27, 2009 @ 2:14 a.m.

Oops, the email bounced. Naomi, how can I send you inappropriate pictures when you give me a bad address...you tease!


Naomi Wise March 27, 2009 @ 9:49 p.m.

Okay, Fred: Try my home email: [email protected]. The rest of you -- like looking at the legendary Gorgon, you went blind when you saw this. Only way to get your eyesight back is to forget this post immediately. (Meaning, those Nigerians are already sending me 10 spams a day! Some of them even pretend to come from England and Australia. And let's not forget all the emails telling me how to extend my, uh, male member.)


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