Malcolm did some research and took me out to a surprise venue for a romantic honeymoon dinner in Bangkok. When we arrived at the destination, I learned that he'd chose SMITH restaurant on Soi 49, Sukhumvit.
"I read that their steak tartare is really good so you might want to try that," Malcolm told me. I was SO game.
The inside of the restaurant matched the metallic outside. The exterior was a nondescript building of corrugated metal. The interior had metal seating everywhere, wrought iron details, and a section with meath -hooks hanging from the ceiling. Funky photo-portraits decorated one of the few walls of exposed brick. The lights were low to set the atmosphere while the in-house DJ spun old-school R&B; forgotten singles by TLC and All Saints threw us into a nostalgic mood.
Everything on the menu looked delicious and we decided to order accordingly. Malcolm let me place my order first: I asked for the fresh oysters (3) and the steak tartare (of course!) to start, the pasta special as my main, and a side order of brussel sprouts.
Apparently the server wasn't accustomed to inquisitive Canadian appetites because she took that to be our entire order and left. Malcolm and I caught each other's eye and laughed before beckoning her back to take Malcolm's order of mussels and sea bass. Turns out she had to return a final time because they'd run out of mussels and we had to fill that (obviously) gaping void in our giant order to sate our appetites.
The food came and we tucked in. We were not disappointed. I was pleased to try caviar with my oysters and was delighted when my steak tartare was arranged as a sunrise (or sunset) on my plate. Malcolm's salad was the best he'd had - "I could eat this everyday!" - and our mains were delicious. Admittedly, I think I enjoyed Malcolm's sea bass with buttery foam a little more than my tortellini.
As we dined, Malcolm shared another tidbit with me.
"Apparently the chef and owner of this restaurant is the Iron Chef of Thailand."
"That's awesome! What else did you read from the reviews."
"That was it."
"There were no more?"
"No; after reading that they served good steak tartare and that it was by Iron Chef Thailand, I knew you'd like it for sure, so I stopped reading."
"Fair enough."
He knows me so well. Perhaps the way to my heart is also through my stomach.
We ended our perfect evening by sharing a banana split (the bananas were fired like the tops of crème brulée!) that was delectable and then left for home and a massage - extremely satisfied but not too full. It was perfect honeymoon dining with my husband (husband!).
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