So...last night I ordered Thai food. I knew they weren't open for another 20 minutes, but I figured someone would answer the phone and I could put my order in early so I could pick it up sooner, since I was in the neighborhood. The only eventful thing about ordering was that I got the chef on the phone, not the owner/manager. So, we had a bit of a language barrier, but we worked through it.

"Pineapple...Curry...with Shrimp...10"

"10? You want Hot?!?"

"Yes, 10, very hot"

"10?"

"10"

"Pineapple Curry Shrimp very hot, 10, ok"

Now normally, the manager would just write that down, and we'd move on to my next item.

So yeah...apparently telling the manager 10 and telling the chef 10...two different things. My food was a delightful, masochistic experience. Aromatic coconut milk - red curry broth, with fresh Thai basil, lemongrass, bamboo, green peppers and giant Tiger Prawns. Oh...and a wee bit of pepper (omg, hot, hot).

All in all, great meal. If only I had access to a whole-milk bidet, life would be grand.