Listen, listen, listen. With the holidays and a big trip in the offing, our eating-out cash flow has been even more stifled than usual. So, armed with a budget of $50 and a desire to eat a massive quantity of delicious food, we headed to Rangoon, where George had sampled lunch before but never delved into the freaking enormous dinner menu.
Oh heaven help me.
Let’s start where we started: with the Thousand Layer Bread with Potato Curry Dipping Sauce. Again, why you’re reading this blog and not stuffing your face with Thousand Layer goodness is beyond me. Was it fried bread? Was it puff pastry? I don’t know, and I don’t care. It was glorious and the potato sauce was unreal. I was so busy greedily shoving it my face that I barely realized that George had been choking for about a minute after his first or second bite. When I finally noticed, I looked him in his tear-filled eye as he managed to eek out “spicy,” before I went right back to getting that bread into my face. When I’d finished decimating that delicacy, we moved on to some Firecracker Lentil Fritters which were, as George put it, some kind of magical concoction halfway between falafel and samosa filling. Super crispy with just the right amount of flavor and heat. Feed me.
Maybe I’m the only one in the world who hasn’t had this before—apparently it’s hugely popular in numerous countries in Asia and the Middle East—but, as my mother says, What the Hon. (No one has any idea what this means, least of all my mother.) “Well, each item, individually speaking isn’t weird,” George tried to reason. “Correct,” I respond. “Yet we aren’t speaking individually.” And collectively, these things were incredible. And incredibly weird. (When I called my mom to tell her about it, she said “Sounds like what would happen if a kid put everything from the snack bar in one glass and shook it around.” Correct.)
For me, on a scale of 1- 10, Rangoon scored approximately one kajillion. The menu is huge and super moderately priced, everything was cooked to perfection, and the team there was incredibly friendly and welcoming. You can bet your Farludas I’ll be going back soon.
And P.S.: Yeah, yeah, yeah, I stole my own fake-o, cheesy title for restaurant reviews that I first mentioned in this blog about Addisu. Look for more global cuisine reviews under this title in the new year!